cob webs in my rusty room

Leaning against the blank wall of my dusty room oftentimes I wonder of what am I wondering about.  A distant melody of the music had crept silently in to the nerves of my heavy slumber aborting its course to a few minutes.

There I lay with my lethargic stature ready to fall flat and those drowsy eyes seeking desperately for some companion.  As I unfolded my vague sight through the grated oriels and pierced in to the space faraway, the even sun weary of the world it travelled had long lost its warmth over those reddened horizons of western hills.

It was winter and hanging lumps of dust in the air had widespread the noisy capital city of India. The air was cold outside.

As I looked up, the corners of my empty room were beautifully woven by the spiders in to a web of infinite mystery. For I doubt that they must also need a safe home to reside I didn’t care to clear them off those black corners.

But how beautifully the architects of their own home had crafted their stunning den? Suddenly a bee entered my room singing its lovely song. It made some rounds in it like a guest curious of its new land.  If anything in this egocentric world had led it astray it would only be those beauties pleasing our foolish eyes for the bee got caught in the beautiful malicious web of the hungry spiders.

The bee struggled with all its might to escape the trap but to no avail. I withdrew my sight for it would have been better unattained lest I am emotionally disturbed.

The clock had then struck 8 and I with my fellow mates dined at our usual dining, then was shortly back to my room. The room was brightly lit, and after a few moments my fearful ears were raised for I could hear another wasp singing its melody. I assured myself of my bolted door and latched windows. But the wasp bumped itself several times hard against the window pane for it, in my rate, desired to pay its visit to the brightness of the light inside. But I didn’t let it in as both the options were equally cruel. It then fell flat on the ground.

My class assignments were piled up like a heap of burden that kept hunting me even in to my lonely sleep and knowing of its worthless would wake me up untimely. That eve also, one more layer added to the pile for I didn’t feel like working. I then resorted to silence, laid myself on the bed with my eyes and mouth wide open wondering about wonders.

Suddenly something fell on my face from nowhere. And was I then startled. I woke up to see what it was, but to my astonishment it all was a piece of bone of a bee that the cunning spider had dropped down on my face.

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