My silly sick self

The day was bad, I could not have the power to change it so that I could again feel glad. I was worried, angry, helpless at being such an unworthy shit, I could not know what for me could today be totally fit. I got up and saw that I had missed college. So I knew I would lose one day’s important knowledge. I saw that I had fallen from my bed and had seen a bad dream. Around me, the whole room was a mess. It was of course due to my inactiveness, yes, you rightly guessed. The water from the bathroom had gone. ┬áMom had gone shopping. The day was hot and I knew I was fixed in a tight spot. I was unable to find my mobile and problems slowly and slowly on me got compiled. When I went into the kitchen there was no food. I wondered how the damned day could do me no good. I was hungry feeling hot and tensed. I was in a difficult disordered dilemma, this no one could sense. And I found this a great offence to me. I was being tortured by the spirits for free. Then called my girlfriend Pam and she also got hot, I couldn’t know why. I said to myself, well to come out of this situation I could only try. Soon came my class teacher’s call saying that I had been dismissed for a fortnight and she also said that I deserved it all right. I hopped madly to find that my notes had been torn and ink spilt, I had lost my best neckerchief. Then I found out that my wallet had been searched, I was filled with grief. I wanted to find the mess-maker who had robbed me of my stuff. I walked angrily gruff, gruff but knew well that God had been the bluff-master who had planned to put me on the edge sinister. The whole day for me had been a tough mind-twister. My silly sick self-caused me only harm. I wanted to lose this unholy charm. I was trying to grasp and feel the situation. I was trying to be calm but surely the day had me and my senses in a state of solid, severe and serious alarm. Finally, I said to God -help, help, help. Because I could not stand any more my silly sick self.

Published by ambikajha

I am Ambika Jha.I like to write on different topics.I feel life is too short for anything.So let us work our best in the given time and let life's music be in rhythm and rhyme.So be your best and never stop to learn and write.

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