... felt like i needed some water, and straight from the bottle sipped just enough to damp my senses. there is still half an hour to two in the morning, time for the most peaceful prayer I ever submit to. Through the window a gentle breeze came in, after humming the strings of the trees around the house. The only sound is that of the wind, the bamboo wind chime out on the deck and again a stronger chorus of the winds to follow, followed by an even louder yet different tones of the chime. These are not the days of a festival moon, when a city stops to stare at a powdered face of a glowing mid cycle venus. Hence dark is the morning and quiet is the carnival, hush are the cats and .... had a quick look at the tik tik tik at the top right corner of the screen, and fifteen minutes to go.
This is a good time, I thought, for jotting a to-do list for the day. But i do not remember writing that ever so might as well have it up there in my head. To be honest, I really don't like a routine day of doing things by the list and also I never liked leaving today's for tomorrow. Who made my to-do list, that I follow everyday, like sleeping, waking up, running to the toilet (the three most interestingly unknown items) and so on. Even if I remember, forget, try to avoid or try very hard to miss, still these happen. So no worries and my list is up and running, automatic and fully integrated no matter ...
ding ding ding ... shut this thing down, wash myself, pray ... lie down on bed and let item number x happen ...
naa naa naa naa, naana naey naa naa, naana naey naa naa, naana naey, naa naa (this is what I use to hear as a kid when item number x is in full gear mode) I use to see a red blinking light at the top of a tower from a distance through the dancing curtain of the door and soon my system shuts.
