outside, the rain is pelting against
my neighbour's forgotten laundry.
later, having my last paper.
Its 100% weightage and its a pretty big deal.
but now, can't sleep with the soft rumbling of distant thunder,
the clock's ticking sounds so loud,
the cold blast of air frm aircon directed at my face
and also my mind; it wanders off to past places,
reliving conversations and scenarios.
Its elsewhere but not here to sleep.
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