Blind-colours

I wake up every morning at 5:00 am; to the sound of blaring alarm from the red alarm clock on my bedside table. At least that’s what they told me. I wake up in the dark, like most people. Along with my eyes closed. Unlike most people.

I don’t grope about my bedside table to hit the off button. I know exactly where to place my fingers to stop the blares. Unlike most people.

I peel off the blanket off my body. Can’t afford to be late to work today. Like most people.

I sit up, at the foot of my bed, head bowed, hands folded. No, I am not praying. Umm, like most people?

I patiently wait for the second alarm to go off. This alarm clock is placed on my study table. This one is blue, so I have been told.

After a few quite minutes, the second alarm goes off. I stand up straight, walk straight towards my study table. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven; exactly seven steps away from my bed. I switch the alarm off. Pull out the old, rickety, cushioned chair. I carefully sit, making sure that no sound escapes the chair. Once seated comfortably, I pull out the book I was reading yesterday night, A game of thrones.

There is a reason I have two alarms placed at two different locations in my room when one would suffice. Initially, when I move into new apartments, it would take me a while to get used to the layout of my apartment. This getting-used-to would cause me delays and minor accidents, which are, well, very inconvenient. So when I moved in here, I came up with a plan, inspired by the triangulation theory that I came across while reading the The martian. I placed the alarm clocks at specific locations in my apartment, with alarms set at specific time intervals. They would behave something like beacons, guiding me around the house until I got a hang of it.

Once I set them out, I would create a mental map of my apparment, I would place other objects relative to these locations. This would smoothen my tour around the house for the first few days. Yea, tour.

After I had all my furniture settled in the new apartment, with the help of a few friends, I placed the first alarm clock on my bedside table. The next on my study table. The third on the kitchen counter, opposite to the refrigerator. A fourth in the living room, beside the DVD player, below the wall mounted television. I placed a few more at similar locations with alarms for specific timings set on them and let the mental image of it slowly build in my mind. One of my friends who was helping me set up my apartment asked me if the clock colours had any significance w.r.t where I placed them.

Roses are red, violets are blue. Colours are something I never knew.

To me, roses are smooth petals with stems of thorns and violets are tiny and thin stemmed. I don’t need colours to describe objects.

With the help of the alarms the first few days went pretty well. My mind was able to


Written long ago but never published blogpost number 2. This was drafted on 27 November 2017.

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ROOM OF FEAR

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “1984.”


You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.


I walk into the room of fears on days i think i am ready to face it. Today is yet another day.

The room is represents me and locked inside are all my fears.

The room is filled with familiar things. Cause when is a fear unfamiliar? When is it unknown? Fear is being mildly aware of the outcome of a situation which would put one is trouble.

I see the a snake slithering from right across the room towards me. Its dirt brown in color, the same one i saw in the backyard. with my dad trying to help me plant my first sapling, It was the last time i saw my dad alive. Ophidiophobia

I hear a buzz. I look around to find its source. A honeycomb hangs from the ceiling, with bees in it. I loved the sweet taste of honey (like pooh). Until the day i climbed up a tree to juice out the honey comb for honey. Apiphobia

I see a thing object leaning to the wall on my right. I recollect nothing..

I see the reception of a hospital. Mom told me hospital is a place where loved ones are born. But thats also a place where the loved ones die.. Nosocomephobia

My gaze fall on the object again. Maybe its the drawing canvas.. Was it here the last time i came in?

I see a mike and two huge boomboxes. Loud noises.. they accelerate my heartbeat to the level that i can feel the heart pounding in my ears. Ligyrophobia

Object again.. this time it shines.. it emits a metallic light.. I recollect nothing..

I see the night i lost my freedom. Cause my freedom of expression was  curbed by a group of extremists. Eleutherophobia

Until now i could identify and tickoff all of my fears.

The object.. What is it? Why is it here? Is it a mirror?

I walk towards the it anxious about the new occupant of the room of fear.

I slowly make my way to the unexpected object in the room. I stand before it.. and i see me.

Its a mirror!

I stand still.. trying hard to recall what in my life brought it here.. in the room of fear.

Is it the mirror of Erised from that Harry Potter book? No.. I wouldn’t be seeing just me if it was it.

Me.. Mirror.. Me? Mirror?   ME!!

I fear me!

I fear the outcomes of my actions.. I FEAR ME!

Happy belated Halloween !!

UNOFFICIAL REASON

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Final Trio.”


This is my first attempt at a trio through the daily post. And i know i am a bit late on it.

Todays prompt: For our final trio prompt of the year, write about any topic you wish, but make sure your post features a bookcase, something cracked, and a song you love.

The lines that ran down the shelves on the fourth alley on the right of the library always intrigued me. Its antique presence seemed out of place in the otherwise flawless modern library. As i stood there looking for a decent book to spend my time with on a lonely saturday night, the librarian walked past me with a trolly full of books. Her mysterious mannerisms always amused me. I wanted to grab a book and run away. I heard a group of students chattering along the far corner. One of their phone buzzed out loud with the game of throne theme song. The librarian seemed annoyed. The student hurriedly rejected it and fumbled with the phone to active the silent mode.The librarian tried hard to mask the daunted look on her pale face. Just then the phone rang again. The librarian dashed towards the group. I turned around to watch the drama unfold.

She returned to stack the books back on the shelf. Oblivious to the fact that i now knew her secret. Cause as she darted to the owner of the phone i heard a distinct crack behind me. I turned around to only be dazed by the stream of red light that flooded out of the narrow cracks in the shelves. The shelfed door went ajar. But before i made a move it closed with the same sound with which it opened.

I walked out. I knew i would no longer spend my saturday night alone reading a book in my room. I now know the unofficial reason behind the silence that a library holds.