Orbitation

Sunday, April 09, 2006

100 Words: Paperweight

It went on without much cordiality or belligerence, pretty much like how it has always transpired.

“Here are some notes on the details for your perusal.”

Numbers and facts, ideas and thoughts all congregate and disperse at the table, meted out at a sporadic and somewhat indisposed manner. The air-conditioner would knock itself intermittently amidst the exchanges across the table and arouse the curiosity of an individual or two, but usually just that individual or two.

“Good, are there anymore inputs?”

The papers began to look interesting, especially with the soft purring of the air-conditioner. It has finally stopped knocking.

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