twenty rupees and fifty paisa.... he actually counted
two samosas,with chutney of course and the small thums up, in hand..... he looked at the car. dented a little.... scratches caused by general stupidity.... the tires kinda worn out... makes a noise in first gear..... reminds him of the stone that the car didn't go over as it was supposed to..... assests. the car, the house. all are of value. thirteen bucks for the cola and samosas. all he could think of was going and tasting a lil phuckha.... it was just around the corner...... but he couldn't see it.....he knew it....but didn see it..... thats why he didn spend the seven rupees fifty paisa....his last..... all because he didn't see it.
you know that saying..... jump when you find the window.... well he had his repaired. set him back on a morning which he had pretty much taken for granted..... half asleep he saw exactly what he wanted to do..... where...with. pretty much remember every detail if you ask him now. but you gotta catch him before he does his cloud-thingy. very hard that. he himself has tried and fell short.
he'll sit now.... in his room. his room. curtains half draped.... but new repaired windows. for the first time he'll actually recollect where he spent what that day...and why. he'll ponder for a while...... rid the seeds of doubt and the sticks of disarray... dissect the situation way beyond measure.......light the diminishing flame inside again
and smoke the mother away
and thus starts the new year......
fuck money fuck assets fuck family fuck me