i can't go on like this...i just can't go on with this chapter on oropharyngeal tumours..i can't watch anymore of these tumours glaring back at me almost taunting...i know they'll have their say in my exams..but i don't care ..atleast not now...not when the clouds outside are just looking for the right time to cry their hearts out..not when the breeze has just the right amount of crisp to it..
i don't know what it is about rain but it brings back memories..i hate to sound cliched here ...am i drifting off to memories bcoz the tumours bore me sick or bcoz the prospects of whiling away time in memories is highly inviting..[tough question]...
don't get me wrong here ..don't start off eschewing those times spent playing in the rain when u were little kids...the pani puri with friends..naaayy reality check..i'm steering away from all that...
i hate the rain...atleast these last three days..if u've been following cricket matches u won't feel any different...i don't know much about cricket so i'll continue to believe thta India would have won the match if it weren't for the rain ..i know ,i'm awfully hyderabadi...
so coming back to Hyd,water logged on every road,traffic stuck for hours on end..as cars splash that enigmatic mix of rain and drain on to us...memories...who said anything about being pleasant..
getting out of bed in the mornings becomes such an ordeal...no good books to snuggle up in bed and read..no movies to watch and the radio mirchi is just not hot enough,..i'm too tired of taking those snaps of water drops on leaves..and i can't take another one of those omniscient smiles on my mom's face[almost sadistic]that i have no choice but to be stuck at home..
i know i can always fix myself that soup recipe and let the rain flavour it...get my rehman collection out and savour every note..rent my favourite movie..chat with my friend..or may be..even write a new post on my blog...hey..how come i'm still staring at these tumours....!!
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