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I swung my hand with a rolled newspaper in my hand and my eyes watching an interesting game of football. Three matches per day for the next one month FIFA world cup 2010…snacks and cup of black tea by my side; I missed the cup of black tea by a ‘cm’ in one of my hand swing.

11:50 PM…

Despite multiple swings…I kept hearing a buzzzzzzz in my ears and a few of my hand swings landed on my neck and cheeks…

My two sense organs…the ear and the skin had an irritant; but the nose, tongue and eyes were on course for a great 45 min, 15 min and 45 min plus added time. The vapor from the tea cup tempted me to take a sip…soon my tongue realized that the cook in me had filtered a strong tea decoction that tasted bitter…need some more sugar!!!! To neutralize the bitterness, I munched a potato chip on my way to the kitchen. Two spoons of sugar and one more…the sip was a lot better. My eyes were in for a treat for the next two hours.

The buzzzz was intermittent and my skin needed some attention especially near the neck and legs…but noting stopped me from watching the game. The game came to an end  with a 1:1 scoreline. Updated my status message on Facebook and commented on my friends’ status…the clock struck 2:00 AM.

Looks like the buzz and the skin irritant followed me where ever I went… my eyelids stared sagging…sleep is what I wanted.

Turned on the AC in my bedroom…made my bed, switched off the lights and snuggled inside my bed...the buzzz once again, stronger as silence crept upon the neighborhood. I tried hard to doze off

Ooooooh Wooooooh...
Give me freedom, give me fire, give me reason, take me higher. See the champions, take the field now, you define us, make us feel proud. In the streets are, exaliftin , as we lose our inhabition, Celebration its around us, every nation, all around us Singin forever young, singin songs underneath that sun. Lets rejoice in the beautiful game. And together at the end of the day.
WE ALL SAY
When I get older I will be stronger. They'll call me freedom Just like a wavin' flag. And then it goes back
…the silence was broken with that ringtone in my mobile…a friend of mine called me to get an update about the match…Well in the interest of the football game…I can forgive my friend for calling during odd hours.

But I could not stand the buzz anymore…lights on…I clapped a few times around…after couple of claps…I stared into my palms…I saw...

The Dead Mosquito

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