Friday, June 13, 2008


There’s something wrong with my head. Something’s always been wrong. As a kid, I used to have blackouts and stuff and my father had taken me to Hinduja Hospital for a brain scan. After the scan, the doctor peered into some ghoulish looking images of my brain. He then told my father, “Don’t worry Mr. Raut, there’s absolutely nothing there.”

Today, I feel so woozy and light. I feel as if I’m walking on air. And if I disregard the fever and the headache, I’m quite happy. I am zipping through Aarey and I sort of see orange tips on the large stalks of glass and some sort of purple congealed puddles in the middle of fields. Sometimes, when my head spins a little bit more, the world around acquires an iridescent sheen. So beautiful.

I want to go home, have soup, and sleep.

I want to go home and have soup.

I want to go home.

And sleep.


omnithere said...

"...there’s absolutely nothing there." ... hilarious. :D

sleep child. it'll do you good ..

Ambuj Saxena said...

Look brains...

Don't mind.

sanguine said...

hey , read your tag post .
and i am feeling so guilty . no smoking ... at all .................................when ever you are around :)))