The nation is at chaos, there’s no need to worry about office and waking up early. So, at around nine in the morning, I sluggishly got out of my bed and went to my friend’s shop. There was thing bunch of so called cool guys and I got myself indulged in their conversation. Each and every words, gossips, chats were pleasant until suddenly, they started talking about booze. They talked about the previous day when they gathered and consumed some ten plus litres of booze and that day as well; they had a plan of some heavy drinking sessions. I was now left alone in this conversation. I hate getting drunk so I quietly walked out of the group and headed towards the other end of the street where I could meet some fellow guys from my neighbourhood.
The next group, they seemed cooler than the previous group. We talked about guys from our neighbourhood from the days long gone but all the talks finally narrowed down to drugs and abusive. I hate drugs and some guys were already rolling marijuana. They fired the stick, puffing clouds of smoke from their mouth and I was the one who could feel the intoxication. I then bid the guys farewell and headed home.
At home, I did nothing, watched a couple of movies, cleaned my room and took a short nap. The absence of my good friends was seriously felt. I had to make friends with those classes of people who are into activities that I dislike the most. Therefore, waiting for the clock to strike 6.00 pm was the only thing I had to do. Slowly but surely, seconds, minutes and hours passed and when it was six in the evening, it was my time for I could meet or write to the most special person of my life.
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