I tend to go into light slumber and I see myself as a catatonic castaway questioning my existence.
Trying to find solace among the adversities of a challenging college life and my family issues that had, almost hit the skids.
During the day, I often conjecture about the regular news channel dad binges his eyes upon and the effluvia of richly flavoured vermicelli coming from kitchen and myself limbering up before setting up the table.
I hear dad passing critical judgement on the suited gentlemen on TV which I certainly don't pay much attention to rather I try to paint down a picturesque artistic expressions on paper recollecting my thoughts on cubism or even surreal art.
Since a child, my not so golden childhood made me reticent, partly silent and less reactive towards situation, to which I am highly thankful for coping up with the pandemic scenario filled with uncertainty.
Most of the time, I barely dream about the days to come , envisaging opportunities in chaos and considering myself bit of an empath , praying for the ones who are suffering. Atleast its the least effort I can do sitting at home.
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