I and the place I live have a ‘chaotic love’.

What do you love about where you live?

The everyday traffic. Constant buzz in both the ears because of noise on roads. Suffocating air. Soot on face.

Heads that suddenly appear out of bus windows spitting a copious amount of saliva all over on body who happen to drive closer, the sewage clearance trucks leaking the collection all through on road and firecrackers lighting the sky with a deafening noise continue till late on a Sunday.

The long wait bores me.

What bores you?

Yes, the long wait bores me.

You know this is a big ocean. There is plenty to explore. You wake up every day, visit the shore, pick up the best instruments, ride against the monstrous waves, reach a lone rock at a distance, sit quiet, throw the bait into the calm waters and wait. Wait for hours. From dawn to dusk.

And come home empty. No fish. Every day.

No one notices you fishing nor do the blogs you write get likes or replies. Doesn’t that bore you?

The long wait bores me? Sure, yes!