I am tipsy. Yes I am. Had two pegs of brandy. That is what my senior had with him although there were couple of beers left in the cupboard for my taking. But I thought I will go with the common flow. So I took the brandy. Morpheus XO brandy. The winged god of dreams. …
In my childhood, friendships meant and felt different. There was innocence and simplicity. Emotions flowed. There was love and that was well defined. Love among friends, love for the friendship between them, love for the awesome and happy times spent together. And when I think about it, I closed my eyes and I now find myself in a state I can’t put together.
I start with the desk and there are quite a lot of things lying here and there. There is this bottle of ink from Chelpark that hasn’t been used for ages, accompanied by a few Hero fountain pens competing alongside the only Parker I have. There was a Waterman somewhere there but I cannot find it now. I pull up my drawer and stash them back in it when my gaze fell upon that diary. I paused for a moment and pulled it out form the drawer. It was a year old and was filled with all the scribbles and notes I had taken while experiment with my madness.
You know what. All these kinds of days have been created to boost some of the industries that make a business out of the sentiments humans have towards particular emotions. Huh. Really. I never thought so. Yeah. It’s all clear now. So.
I have been watching you for a while and it seems you are in quite a bit of a mess here. Umm. I don’t know. Who are you by the way? Me. Oh I am just somebody. Someone you meet down the lane while you go for your morning walk or when you take a cab to your work or when you play with your friends.
It’s really intriguing you know, when you are asked to make a wish. It really is. Let’s imagine a leprechaun has suddenly appeared in front of you, or even a genie. Now this was totally unaccounted for and you are taken by surprise. And before you can gather your breath, you are asked to make a wish.