Boredom After Job
It was 9 p.m. After using Facebook and YouTube, I picked up my third addiction, which was writing poetry or story. I was with coffee, thoughts, and music. After ten pages , I got only eight worthy lines for writing. You can call me a jobless writer or unemployed employee. At midnight, my mind again jangled about that fake BPO job suddenly where I wasted my 500 rupees as a registration fee. I hate that tainted world of call centers. I laughed in a quirky manner. That stellar night reminded me about Jennifer . She was like the moon among the stars. "It is not about ugly or beautiful, it is all about your dressing sense and fitness ", these words represent her attractive physique. She swindled many brave hearts. Let us not talk about the past. Where I was? Yes! , I was in the room. There was too much dirt, unwashed clothes, and scattered books. That music produced by pages, pen, and silenc...