Its early morning blues in Southampton, on a misty morning when the Sun has, as usual shy-ed away from sharing light with the humble mortals in England, its -5 degrees and i’m yet to sleep after a night’s labour. I can’t find my family online, so i’d rather indulge in other in-expensive pleasures to fiddle with words in English language. More often these days, i’m troubled by what can be called a dyslexic phenomenon of words floating in thin air and flashes of nostalgia spurting from the ruffled fissures in the inward eye. I am yet to tire off and call it a day as i type out this piece on my laptop, which has thus far only had the fortune to have assisted in two major essays that i typed out for my course. This is rather an unbecoming of myself, as i’m indulging in this trance of realisation of the self, while my bowels are growling in hunger and it is time i turned on the room heater to high from normal. I am yet to unseat myself from the cushion that i’ve often cherished, as this room has seen a transition of my dreams into reality. For once, i thought i was resting my head on my mum’s lap but thats not real, she’s probly busy with my cousin’s marriage back home in India and i am yet to call and congratulate the newlywed couple. My Subway sandwich stared at me with gleaming eyes and in utter disbelief that i haven’t still microwaved the same for breakfast. It is this feeling that gives me immense pleasure to be let loose in this Nirvana that i’m experiencing right now. I cannot interpret this well enough to communicate what the heart speaks to me. It is a state of trance not hallucinated by marijuana or envisioned as a forethought to captivate the minds of the reader. It is just an unbecoming of the self, have you ever tried to speak to your soul? Have you interpreted those visions flashing in your inward eye?? I’m just trying to come close to it, it is just an art that one develops when loneliness has been the focal point in life for over a period of time. I have just come a long way from the days i even dreamt of coming to the UK, i have tread a marshy path with tests of survival manifesting in each passing phase and i have stormed the tempest, i have conquered the devils around me, i have found happiness in narcissism, i have spoken to my soul. I have melted the snow that clouded my sanity, i have wrecked even the lowest bits of insanity, and i’m a mortal, still one and believes for sure that i will always be one. Ok, i’m finally twitching my eyes, i think i’ve left the state of trance but i promise my soul that i will feed his hunger when the trance returns !!!!