A kind of life

Well, it’s a kind of life that you lead in lonesome cities… LA, New York, Mumbai, Dubai…

You walk alone… and suddenly the street lights play behind you… you turn around only to realize that it is only your shadow.

You roam in malls and supermarkets looking at or picking up what others left behind.

You act penny wise and pound foolish.

You work and not an hour goes by without you reminiscing your good moments with her.

You sit hours in your small room wondering what to do, and before you know it, night has fallen. Another day has gone by.

You wake up and before you realize, you are coming back from work.

You wake up, go to work, work, eat lunch, get back from work, eat dinner, walk a little… sleep… days pass. Each day as if a mirror of the previous one.

You write:
“The corporate world’s a wheel, and all men (and women) mere cogs in the wheel.”

You start hallucinating. You start getting ideas. They disappear where they came from. Some days you eat so well, on other days, you hardly eat anything.

You fall sick to realize that nobody around will even ask whether you need water.

You are rich and then, suddenly you find yourself poor. With no money even to buy bread.

You walk to work. You walk back from work. You wonder when the work that you had set out for will be ready for you?