Mouthpiece

Not many months ago I thought I was proficient at staying alone. Now, at a time when all my comrades have dutifully and sanely left for home and I’m left to languish here alone, a change in opinion seems inevitable. Hostel is too much of a killer when you’re encountered with stubbornly closed doors, empty corridors and an eerie silence. I mean – yeah I always wanted solitude – but I did never say I minded too much on being disturbed while talking on phone or mayhems during middle of the night. How I enjoy waking up Alok in the morning just to play a game of ludo, or playing Bluff in hushed voices when Khatri is sleeping in the next bed, or many months ago playing chess with the watchman downstairs at 2am.

In all practical sense, I’m wasting time here. May be I’d’ve wasted as much time if I had gone home but it would’ve been a better kind of time-waste – high-quality time waste and not this down-market type time-waste where I loll and roll on my bed half of the day like a grandmother buffalo and the other half I’m contemplating if or not I should go to the library.