to call my own.....

christmas eve. and i got my best christmas present. because it meant something. midnight's children by salman rushdie and yes i have already read it but it also came with this written inside
"to call your own".

december

its been 3 days since i last saw the sun.when the gloom sets into this city its seems engulfing enough to consume me whole. Havent left the safety of my own room in the past 78 hours, the only view is that of my familiar pine trees. but they, like myself are victims of this dreadful weather, in this light everthing is alien and deformed. this trend seems to be seeping into everthing i see.(or maybe its the need to create drama in my life having been denied the companionship of my beloved television-the cablewala seems to have vanished)
contrary to my own seclusion my peers are all doing what december demands of them. after all this is the time to be jolly...llalalalallalalala.
and like all cycles in nature ..heres this one again.
whereas tomorrow i will be stepping out. ending this one.