A splash of water on my face.
A face in the mirror staring at me.
A few marks of wet feet on the red floor.
A couple of razor blade cuts on my chin.
Toothpaste smell hiding tobacco stench.
Watching TV as amma cooked and left.
An endless wait for the newspaperboy.
Cricket, murder, politics in the ears.
Comprehending whats good in the news.
A couple of women reading out.
About who killed whom and who's seeing whom.
When done with those dosas for good
Dozing off home alone.
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