When I get bored from writing, or want to stretch my legs these days, I usually go out on a walk up to the nearest supermarket where I could also get my essentials from. That way I’m not wasting any extra time doing shopping – very important when you are trying to complete your thesis writeup and the deadline is just a few weeks away! Anyway, I was on my daily outing to the supermarket earlier this evening, and was looking for some eggs from among the options. An old man approached to me and asked me to get two packs of eggs (each with 4 eggs) from the shelf right at the bottom. I thought he wanted my help probably because he couldn’t bend that low down to get them himself. When I handed him two packs of eggs and got up from my hunch, he hands me back those two packs and tells me that buying those two were cheaper than what I was looking at before. Apparently he had been observing me looking at the packs of organic eggs (about £1.50 for a pack of six eggs), and said I’d save not only 50p but also get two more eggs if I took those two packs of 4 each! I tell him I could get more packs and that he could take those two. He says, “I asked you to get those for yourself, I already got a couple of packs for me”. As I was thanking him, he had moved on to continue his shopping 
[rightful place here for this piece i think. originally posted here in random jottings...]
While others might think if they should hang themselves by their ceiling fan at times of desperation, he is always worried about the ceiling fan dropping on to him while he sleeps on his queen-sized bed below it. So obviously he doesn’t contemplate hanging himself by the fan, for he knows it wouldn’t take his weight and he would just make a fool of himself. He doesn’t know why the room hasn’t got just a single bed in it, which he could have moved to a corner away from the fan but it wasn’t his house, nor was it his decision to furnish it.
The fan has to be kept running all night else he wouldn’t be able to sleep, one thing he can sleep with is the low humming noise of the fan, everything else would have woken him up, but not his fan; as if its humming is his lullaby. But still he is probably subconsciously aware even in his sleep that the fan might drop on to him spinning its blades at mid-level rotation. And its no wonder that he pushes everything on to the side directly below the fan and lies himself on the other edge. If he was sleeping like this during his childhood, he would definitely have fallen over from the bed, but he is an adult now and his body is probably used to being on the edge – edge of the bed to start with, but also edge of the relations and relationships, edge of the society, edge of the country, edge of this world even.
...on life, and much much more!
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