Circus Clown.

What time of day is it?

I'm not claiming any special expertise in estimating distances but right now you are very far away from me. I beat my fist on the desk. Small ants had crawled out from nowhere in an orderly fashion to feed on a Snickers wrapper. There must've been thousands of them, I counted when they ran for their lives.

I know words aren't coming out right. Expecting my wind pipe to function normally at this time is simply asking too much. And this is the third time I dropped my phone and a minute back I came dangerously close to spilling water on my keyboard.

Please make me laugh. I feel like a piano that fell from the sixth floor. I had a little plan to destroy the world but I forgot it rightaway. I'm tired of the silent corner. I walk to the coffee machine.. my legs are so resigned I'll fall if I don't stop thinking about you.


Sure, you're replaceable. There's enough fish for all of us. Right. I look at every girl the way a cat looks at a fishbowl. Sometimes I think of every relationship that could've been if I only had some clever lines to say. No, I don't feel lonely and wish I had someone to love.

Pitt's perfect girl does not a lover make. Not Natalie Portman either. Not now.

Oh I rue this day.


I stepped out of Suraj's shoes.

"You're right. It sucks to be you. Just hang in there man. You'll be alright in a few days. I'm asking you again, do you want to catch a movie with us after work?"