Clothes of winter
June 14th
The very next of day of which I was so engaged in reading a novel ('1984' -George Orwell) to the end, I didn't read a single page today. Last day I was so eager to read Climax that I kept defying the sleepiness feeling that kept hovering on my eyes due to tiredness.
On June 14th today I certainly had no plan for next to do apart for academics, and was there before study table the early morning, but the thing that keeping me to bother was a bucketful of winter clothes.
The clothes kept remaining postponed several times to be washed in past 5 months,
'about half a year has gone by...uff'' I murmured.
So got started to get it done by now itself.
I asked for three pouches of 'Ezee', in a low voice to young shopkeeper, in scorching season of summer, noting no else was there for which I already had skipped two shops in the way room. He reached for lowest cupboard and took out a bundle tightly wrapped in plastic from darkest corners and tore 3 pouches from the bundle. I paid him. he adjusted headphone, sat back, got busy in his mobile phone.
As I was keeping my wallet back in shorts, from the corner of eyes I had a look that he was taking a good glance of me...
