Moribund Experience
Last night studied late till 3 AM. That was awesome... My eyes didn't pain, and the studying was effective. I'm planning for more of such late night "burning oil lamp" studies(in air conditioned room of-course).
And this experience was not at all moribund(what was.. will come later). Rather this was fun. And I came up with a new name for my partner... "CanteenMate"(i hope she doesn't read this).
Enough of the blahblah.. coming to the moribund experience. On the return trip to the hostel through a moribund road.. we saw a white figure at a distance of about 200 mts. And the figure was of the height of a . But his robe was all flying apart in the wind, so it was not easy to judge what the creature really was. And then it was running. Time was 3:30 AM in the morning.. when you were either sleeping or doing some other important stuff. As it arrived closer.. it was growing increasingly monstrous. And then suddenly it stopped running, as if after seeing us. Then in a few seconds we crossed each other to finally realise that he was a senile... and was wearing a "lungi".. which was billowing in the wind. And he had a bamboo stick in his hand which made us more scared. And we continued to be scared till we crossed an SIS guard(the institute security personel).
You might be thinking how bad a thriller story writer I am. But this was a true experience with not a single whit of prattle in it.
And this experience was not at all moribund(what was.. will come later). Rather this was fun. And I came up with a new name for my partner... "CanteenMate"(i hope she doesn't read this).
Enough of the blahblah.. coming to the moribund experience. On the return trip to the hostel through a moribund road.. we saw a white figure at a distance of about 200 mts. And the figure was of the height of a . But his robe was all flying apart in the wind, so it was not easy to judge what the creature really was. And then it was running. Time was 3:30 AM in the morning.. when you were either sleeping or doing some other important stuff. As it arrived closer.. it was growing increasingly monstrous. And then suddenly it stopped running, as if after seeing us. Then in a few seconds we crossed each other to finally realise that he was a senile... and was wearing a "lungi".. which was billowing in the wind. And he had a bamboo stick in his hand which made us more scared. And we continued to be scared till we crossed an SIS guard(the institute security personel).
You might be thinking how bad a thriller story writer I am. But this was a true experience with not a single whit of prattle in it.
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