The Morning : Spinning Head

The morning after the night before

One wakes up groggy and unsure.

What exactly happened the night before?

Why do I have lipstick on my forehead?

Why is there this dull smell of stale smoke in my bedroom?

When I don’t even smoke?

… and how come there is this stale smoke?

Lingering in the room.

When I don’t even have an ashtray in my home?

Why -why is……???

And then the images take shape.

The events slowly creep into a stirring consciousness.

I smile mischievously………..

About Shiv Rana

Retirement life is series of transition: from Olive Green to civvies, being woken up a buddy to fetching morning milk from the milk booth. And now trying to adjust with new-normal due to pandemic - CORONA.
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