Its slowly creeping upon me. I woke up in the morning with a start and for a second didn't know where I was. The alarm tone of my BB rose me from my slumber. It rings at the very same time every morning, yet I felt like asking- "What time is it"?
I woke up in the same bed, on the same side where I've been sleeping for the last 3 years. Yet, I felt like asking- "Whose bed is it"?
Once my eyes opened, I failed to remember that I had already left behind my Monday morning blues and a new Tuesday was awaiting me. I felt like asking - "What day is it today"?
At my workplace, while I was wading through the tasks waiting for me in galore, I failed to place names on to several new faces. I felt like asking- "Who are they"?
Sitting behind the wheels, as I think about the day gone by, I skipped the usual turn I take at India Gate. I swore - "Where the **** am I"?
It seems to me that "Disorientation" had a field day. It found an easy prey in me and feasted upon me the whole day.
Yes....I am disoriented....
It happens but the way its presented - beautiful
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