random thoughts have stopped coming to me.
the need to organize drives me crazy
but more than that, the nightly hours of fart-smell is killing me.
oh did i tell you , i have started sharing my room with my grandmother.

it just happened and no one realized how smoothly she fits into the routine,
she glides like a lost soul who has lost the sense of world.
i can't help but wonder what happened to the grandmother i knew six-years-ago
she complains that she is not feeling well,
keeps forgetting details that aren't important anyway.
dont ask me if i miss the old granny or the new one: both remind me of youth long lost.

i may sound harsh right now
and the need to justify is not worth it all
her presence has in no way violated my privacy
as i was scribbling away my due reflection paper at the wake of night
she woke up once. she saw me typing. she slept back.
mum was trying to wake me up early today and she told her that i hadn't slept properly.
i smiled
now someone actually understands why i simply cant wake up early.

but that thing aside.
most of the time, i am concerned.
it has been a long while and her sudden appearance comes with mixed feelings.
i hope it won't end up like the last time.

she wanders around our home,
looking lost most of the time.
her lean bones not giving up...