It was eight and the alarm started buzzing. He had a binge sitting previous night. He unfastened his eyelashes and thumped the chronometer and started staring at the fan, just above his head, the fan was moving since March, and it was September. A lot has happened in these 6 months. Life has altered from top to bottom. Now he has a job and they were paying him quite decently. Money has changed hands. The cycle of affluence and bankruptcy has taken a couple of full rounds. His big network of friends has shrunk to a handful acquaintance. He has survived a break off. He was special for someone in March but he is a villain for that person now. In March India and Pakistan were both eliminated from the first round of world cup. Country went on a crisis over the nuclear deal. UNO declared this year’s flood as the worst in living memories. He was thinking about her while making tea, how he once said that he makes fabulous tea, and one day he will make tea for her, but that one day never came. So many promises just met premature deaths. There was so much to do, but nothing was done. Instead they had fights and arguments, nothing really to remember but harsh feelings. He started from his place to be lonely in a crowded bus, then reach office full of people and sit alone on his desk. But now it is September. The hot sun has started fading. Yesterday both India and Pakistan qualified for the next round of 20-20-world cup. The fan will get rest after a month. Floodwaters have started receding. The nuclear deal crisis might also get resolved. And his girlfriend got a new caring boyfriend, who probably keeps her happy. Times have changed.
Atul
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