Scene: 7 p.m., my room, time for my Physics tuition and my Physics/Chemistry tutor is making notes of Magnetic Effects of Electric Current in my register. A little context here- he makes notes of a particular topic and then explains it to me. He’s also a Reiki healer, an astrologer, a numerologist and a tarot reader. Science+Pseudoscience= What the hell.
My Brain: Why doesn’t he hurry up? It’s been a minute already. I’m bored.
Me: I know. Me too. *Drums fingers on table*
My Brain: You should stop doing that. It’s rude and obnoxious, not to mention monotonous.
Me: Maybe I should drum the Doctor Who theme, then. Much more entertaining.
My Brain: You know what else would be entertaining? Telling him what a load of bullcrap his astrology is.
Me: Because that’s not rude and obnoxious.
The Good: The deadline for The Raw Poetry Contest has been extended! Yes, people, you now have till 21st June 11:59 P.M. Indian Standard Time to submit your entries. Do not let this chance go unused- if you wanted to participate but couldn’t because of lack of time, here’s a bonus week for you. So, spam me with your poems.
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It’d been a week since Al almost died. He was back to normal now and seeing how much he’d missed out on the ‘fun’ activity of researching in my absence, I’d convinced him to look up more about the midnight man at the cyber cafe, while I went to play with the girl we’d tried to kill. Correction: were trying to kill.
But the Creator wasn’t playing today. Pragya had gone to visit a relative with her parents, and that left her just me to play with.