In a rather pensive and vacant mood, I lie flat on the drawing room couch as a ray of light came shooting at me from the far end of the room, reflecting on my eye and allowing me to look at everything in the drawing room w a fair amount of clarity. Vertically above me was the air conditioner with the digits 2 and 4 displayed on its screen. I noticed how perfectly the digits were structured, small standing and sleeping lines formed the two considerably large numbers. My gaze shifted slowly to the wall clock, it looked like an old and wise man who had all the experience in the world and it flashed in his eyes, just like the hands of the clock showed the hours and minutes of the day so perfectly. Over the noisy air conditioner, which had become yellow because of shifting it constantly I could hear the 'tik tok' of the clock, almost as if it's warning us how time is passing by. My gaze shifted to the glass sliding, a reflection of the room was visible from this very sliding. From the corner of my eye I could see moving persons on the television as my father watched a thriller on the television with headphones on, I was part of a mere psychical congregation in my house. The brown chit blinds were half drawn, just like life, incomplete and impending.
