Come monsoon like every other typical couple we head out to drown. Well, in Bombay the word "drown" can be used in the literal sense but thankfully here at the end of the Earth meaning Moshi I use drown in a more ornamental sense. Drown in the greenery, the black clouds, petrichor, cool breeze, blah blah blah you get the point..
So we head out exerting our kWid along narrow paths, some riverside, and some uphill. This obviously is followed by clicking a thousand snaps, then remembering the phone is too expensive so stuffing it in the glove box and then getting drenched to our hearts' content. Now, here comes my problem. The world gets blurred because the damn spectacles have myriad tiny rivulets flowing on it. If I remove them, the world becomes blurrier and I can't keep wiping the lenses with my already wet clothes.
While this is happening almost every time I tell Adi, "My goddamn glasses need wipers!" Why has no one come up with this?!? There are thousands of weird useless products out there. While browsing once, I happened to come across a "fart filter" which absorbs the smell of farts before it escapes from its closed confines, no kidding! If there are fart filters in this world then I demand spectacles wipers! They can be really tiny and hide in the frame, coming out to do their thing with a click of a small switch (also hidden). This is not exactly beyond the realms of reality!
With this thought in place I kind of got obsessed about the wiper and kept observing it as it oscillated hypnotizing me. The windshield is chilling, minding its own business, getting a shower, flirting with the raindrops as they slide seductively on it making it all "wet" when out of nowhere like the dad of the girl you are fooling around with, comes the mighty wiper and breaks up the coupling with a swipe. Fresh kisses are showered on the windshield and it gives an arrogant smirk before getting swipe slapped again and then again and some more. The damn guy can't complete a kiss! All that it gets is his lover's memories scattered all across it, her fragrance enveloping it completely.
I am shaken out of my reverie with a painful crick in my neck, which has been moving along with the wiper. As I drift off to sleep with the rain lullaby, one thought lingers in my mind,
"wish life had a wiper".
So we head out exerting our kWid along narrow paths, some riverside, and some uphill. This obviously is followed by clicking a thousand snaps, then remembering the phone is too expensive so stuffing it in the glove box and then getting drenched to our hearts' content. Now, here comes my problem. The world gets blurred because the damn spectacles have myriad tiny rivulets flowing on it. If I remove them, the world becomes blurrier and I can't keep wiping the lenses with my already wet clothes.
While this is happening almost every time I tell Adi, "My goddamn glasses need wipers!" Why has no one come up with this?!? There are thousands of weird useless products out there. While browsing once, I happened to come across a "fart filter" which absorbs the smell of farts before it escapes from its closed confines, no kidding! If there are fart filters in this world then I demand spectacles wipers! They can be really tiny and hide in the frame, coming out to do their thing with a click of a small switch (also hidden). This is not exactly beyond the realms of reality!
With this thought in place I kind of got obsessed about the wiper and kept observing it as it oscillated hypnotizing me. The windshield is chilling, minding its own business, getting a shower, flirting with the raindrops as they slide seductively on it making it all "wet" when out of nowhere like the dad of the girl you are fooling around with, comes the mighty wiper and breaks up the coupling with a swipe. Fresh kisses are showered on the windshield and it gives an arrogant smirk before getting swipe slapped again and then again and some more. The damn guy can't complete a kiss! All that it gets is his lover's memories scattered all across it, her fragrance enveloping it completely.
I am shaken out of my reverie with a painful crick in my neck, which has been moving along with the wiper. As I drift off to sleep with the rain lullaby, one thought lingers in my mind,
"wish life had a wiper".
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