A crackling windy night at downside of town touching three figures on my old pulsar and melancholic numbers in repeat mode were lot more doing to me than riding on ass queen. It was picturing me like nudging down ‘flash’ for some crazy stuff blowing my mind. Of course green was doing its best known work. in fact a lot of green. Inhaling it over the spaces between milestones momentarily pulled me over near a vaguely wooden pod. I stood to lit up my last cigarette. With every puff, it was
there something strange I observed about this wooden pod, it was honking with heavily panting noise and had shaky walls and teary roof. Basically it was my intrigue backing me up to find out what causes this weirdo. Panting was seeming in rhythmic grunts and things were close to sluggishly still with my every step towards.
'Chandler and Ross... Fuck, why?' hold on its hallucinating. No.. couldn’t be.. Wait where I was just before on my bike?
I had green and then some wine, and then booked UBER for some strangers and in return they offered me a joint and then I was watching FRIENDS, what else?
And why he was so horny on Ross. The more I was thinking over, was becoming more mess. I was full of my nerves, not because they were fucking but they were winking to me.
Of course I was way more high than I realised.
And there was no point to accept the happening, I rolled up my sleeves and patted my hand. Its weird I could feel the pain. Without a second thought I left from the pod and kicked my bike and raced to its last limit.
I bawled on myself for what being witness of such messy things. I was out of cigarettes and not able to find kiosk where I could calm down and have some puffs. It was almost 140 kms further without pressing breaks and then a moment came when I started loosing my grips. Lips were chapped and down the eyes skin became crimped like a muzzled stray. I pulled over for a traffic light, was blinking on my heart beats. I opened my backpack, pulled the half remained whiskey and gulped a mouthful neat.
'come on, it cant be Chandler..‘
It went down the throat with some chilled majestic peace that slowly took over the gasp choking my throat from thirst.
Lights through the bottle were seemingly boulevard in sync with dazzling green, yellow and red. I was experiencing the most awe-inspiring moments of my life. Of course I had a great night. It was raining in Thar. I was smiling like a kid. Didn't know if I would be able to manage few green left in my backpack. It was miracle in dooms. I inhaled all of its psychedelic colours to let my brain drown inside it. Ofcourse, it was 'Searra' everywhere down the road.
‘but you fucker Chandler...'
I kicked back my bike and rolled up my sleeves. Smaller one was ticking at 4. I decided to find where I was heading up. With every coming thought I was living a whole different life than what I really am. In one, I was fucking every day like a only job I had in life. In other one, was opening bar counter with trains of malts and shots. Commencing every life, I used to tell myself, 'am gonna conquer it. And you won't be able to touch me.'
'uthega bhosdike, Automata ka lecture hai. Saale back aayi toh haath me auto he aa jayega', echoed in my ears.
I woke up from a filthy dream. Not even a silver is similar here now. However very relaxed, you know why?
Coz it was no fucking Chandler .😄
