Eden Gardens... can you remember, the holy place, I had been there yesterday with my friends. I didn't want to but they insisted I get some fresh air.
It was a nice journey, the place was thronged by so many people. I hadn't seen so many people at once before. And there was this rain, clouds sputtered and spit the wrath. And still it was ever so nice, the silent whisper of the wind mingled with drops. Quite nice, yes, but difficult to spot a thing without my glasses on. Oh, whatever, I don't remember a thing, I had fallen asleep. How funny?
And soon after I woke up, it was time to leave, why I don't know.
What happened in between, I don't know.
The journey back home was also nice. The vehicle went smoothly. There was this great bridge we crossed- The Howrah Bridge, I think. There were powerlights all around. And so many images passing around, I thought. Like an illusion. And we arrived at place, but I didn't want to take leave so soon, I was enjoying the sights and the breeze. My friends felt awkward, slightly ashamed I think, people at the bus looking at me, myself not moving an inch from my seat. But hey, who told you guys to bring me outside at the first place. And so it was back home for me, another day of absolutely nothing done, back at last to my featherbed and the helm of dreams. Back to phantasmagoria.