The tiny windows of this room were remembered by the maids only in the afternoon.Forgetting and remembering happened in a cyclic manner,with the matter-of-fact-ness and ease of habit.They fling it open,and as if repelled by the view,run off to the beck and call of routine.
Over joyed by the unguarded passage,light impatiently streams in.Within a matter of eye-missing seconds,it smeared on the adjacent wall,bumped off the idle steel tumbler(the prude seemed too shocked by the violation),woke up the glass pebbles,made rude faces on the wall,flushed on the forgotten wooden table,crept through my bed and finally,exhausted by excitement,settled puffing and panting on my trembling black coffee.
Over joyed by the unguarded passage,light impatiently streams in.Within a matter of eye-missing seconds,it smeared on the adjacent wall,bumped off the idle steel tumbler(the prude seemed too shocked by the violation),woke up the glass pebbles,made rude faces on the wall,flushed on the forgotten wooden table,crept through my bed and finally,exhausted by excitement,settled puffing and panting on my trembling black coffee.
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