Blue bottles

No The S isn’t supposed to be there…

Exam’s are on. Pune’s hot as hell. I mean, how can one study in this goddamn heat and also how can one study Legal history which was made to vapourise the remains of a miniscule brain. With all due respect, what is law coming to?

Hmph.

I don’t care. I’m going to lie on my bed with a vacant expression and stare at my ceiling with no help from cannabis, thank you very much. Come the 29th, I’ll give my Legal English paper with as much aplomb as I can muster(to say the very least, not much as I’m wilting like a hydra plant in the Gobi). I can’t possibly “mug” up the essays(ugh! I hate that word. It’s worse than using “byhearting”…*shudder*).

After that comes Legal History… Off with it’s head!

Then is my favorite(not!)… Contracts 2… He he.. Might just be a lil fun to get a KT….

*gasp* what will the neighbor’s say?

I dunno man… It’s too hot to care…

I sit amidst a swirl of rough white sheets, holding my baby. He’s cradled against me with his eyes shut to the pallor of the room. Blind to the sympathy and the tears that gather around him, soft-footed in their misery.

My son was born still born. And Blue.

I was going to name him Neel.

The Irony of it sits at the foot of our bed, observing me hold my boy.