sometimes when the constant sound of toads croaking fails to cease

and the dripping raindrops make that terrible noise in tin ko chhana

i make myself believe

the next morning is going to be wonderful

fits of energies are going to bounce off my room's walls

pink with textures

the unburnt dhoop is going to make more sense to me

with the old path and white clouds beside

the crystals, dumped in the four corners are going cast shadows

of positive energy

and my mobile will lay lifeless-no calls, no messages, nothing.

and my internet moden will lay lifeless-no signals, no link, nothing.

and my laptop will lay lifeless-no windows default welcome sound, no virus alerts, nothing.

and my earmuffs are going to remind me of my friends S and S

of those possibilities

meeting in snow capped mountains of Mustang.

and the fairy card is going to remind me of my kindergarten friend.

whom i will never possibly meet again in my life.

of infinite possibilities

and indefinite circumstances

of infinite energies

and indefinite glances

into one of those adventures that we call life