As i looked out of my room-window today, the sky outside squealed a bright glaring blue. In this heat, i gloomily looked up at the ceiling and slumbered like a diseased cat. When i woke up it was drizzling, and the sun looked on like an idiot. The fan blades refused to move and i brought down my childhood, carrying it safely in my arms, as the silver insects darted here and there, in and around my sleeves. The sky resumed a balance, a mellow sad balance and i swished back my limp hair and read.