Left Pavement Warlords - An Introduction

Faces of beautiful women, with scarlet lips and murderous smiles, a large castle full of majestic paintings of the Victorian age, a jar with lot of whiskey in it, cold zephyr tearing through the old oaks, and a tall thin guy clad in a black led Zeppelin T-shirt, (sounds totally out of place, we all must agree!), are just some glimpses of the berserk dreams that inhabit my brain at nights when I try to sleep on the ramshackle bed in my room at hall-1, which closely resembles the old shed where John Wilkes Booth spent his last night trying to hide from the furious Americans whose last soul of equality he took away. I hope you know who the hell I am talking about when I talk about John and if you don’t you may just as well count the number of the words in this really long line instead of counting poor old sheep and go off to sleep…




p.s – If this worries you, then please take heed that I am not here to overwhelm you. I am just another of your kind who is stuck up in a place that his mind never wants to be in. I just want to let my imagination run free (which, by the way seems to be my only freedom) and rest assure all of you, that if you do the same, you can complete this very sentence yourself… (Without copying from your neighbor like you always do!!)

p.s – I presume I am most likely to be forgiven for my Amazonian sentences. This is purely a matter of habit.


JUST READ ON …