Just a piece...

Its 5.27 a.m. on a Thursday morning. The dogs have stopped barking outside. Below, I can hear two and four wheelers passing by. Have been working on a project which has taken the entire night. Yet to complete. My eyes are giving up, my head is not. In the backgrond, K.K (whatever his expanded name is) has been belting the same song again and again and again...that's how I wanted it to be. Have been listening to Pal for more than 30 times easily now.
Memories attached to it. Some want to keep, some want to erase off. But memories are memories. They follow us wherever we go....Here goes KK once again with the same song...and how beautiful it sounds even the 31st time!!

Some melodies act like sponges. They soak the memories out of somewhere and the nostolgia just haunts you. I realize that I have no time for haunting nostolgia and try to get back to work.
No remedy. They just flash like magic. A crow crows outside. The nearby mosque invokes the day through the loudspeaker. KK sings for the 32nd time.

Just to understand what I missed, I open orkut.com. I search for the community of Asian College of Journalism, Chennai. Get a couple of communities. I kow what to search. Fortunately there's the batch of 2007.
Some seen faces, many unseen. I would have been there, had I not chose to chuk it. Nevermind, life's all about choices. My probable classmates :)
I close orkut. I am satisfied. Existence bless them...they look like a great bunch of students...

KK has finished belting the number 33rd time...lemme give the guy a break...cheers :)