Commutation, combination and permutation of Mr. Z.

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To some it s tidy, and to some the teachers comment, You can do much better than this would come to your head Richard when you see Mr. Z s room. The hot rays of the sun is the only light source in this stuffy and crowded room where every obsolete object has a name, smell and feel. A reflection of the tree outside falls on the shiny and polished marble floor. Isn t it beautiful? But if you look closely you will see a whole ultra-micro city on the floor. See there, strands of hair all over the floor. Himalaya anti- hair fall oil is pretty nice. Footmarks of dirty, black and sweaty feet which have dried itself, thanks to the electricity which doesn t go out as often as it used to before. A pamphlet removed long ago from the floor which still has left its mark as the water made some parts of it remain stuck to the floor. Pink colors of holi, ash and cigarette buds make a flyover on the city in the shape of a curve. Mr. Z has a habit of knocking over the glass filled ash and as it rolls in a curve so does the flyover. The burnt matchstick obviously ads the beauty to the city as a bridge which can be found everywhere spread on the floor. Mr. Z.02 who is also the president of this city is very kind hearted, hence Richard, don t be surprised if you come across a coin or two lying carelessly under the mattress of under the bed. Mr. Z.02 walks inside his room. The door is pretty squeaky, so much so that the A s, the B s and the C s in the other room can also hear it. His barefoot can feel the dust on the upswept floor. A clean ironed shirt and a lean ironed pant is what Mr. Z.02 prefers. The iron crease runs perfectly on his leg bone. The fan feels like moving but even President Z.02 doesn t know where the air escapes. He sits on his default plastic chair and starts removing the label sticker ever so gently. He doesn t want at least this one to leave a mark on the chair. A coconut hawker and the moving fan are the only sounds that make its way into his ears. The sweltering heat has after has all blinded people with the heat and sweat. Maybe you should Yes it will be fun But how will other enjoy it or even understand None has ever read this in this way A distorted version of I wanna hold your hand plays in his head which halts the conversion. Wait wait let me start Vamanos senor

Eternal sunshine eh . Start kar . Thikhai The seal just came out of the bathroom and is now very excited and making noise. Have you ever seen a seal? No but I felt it. It s like a dog but with flaps instead of legs. Her caretaker tries her best to calm her down. The seal goes to the closet to pull out the conical cap she had got as a gift from her uncle on her 32nd birthday a few years back. Oh tragedy ahh. Okay pa. Continue. And a big collar thing they wear. Just like the one I had felt on that seal. I don t know what you call it. And after fighting with her maid and pulling out her favorite ball from under the bed with a broom. She is all ready for today s show. And then the boom on the door No nowo to climax hai Ok She is flooded by the Tsunami of Ghee sweet fragrances and flowers. She can t even seem to hear her mental friend amidst all the sound of the shehnai. Again he is interrupted by a song playing in his head blood is on the dance floor Stop singing in my head let me continue Sorry sorry. Aagebol There is a bang on the door. The care taker opens it. It s the ring mistress. She asks why the seal is making so much noise and tells the care taker to give her a tranquilizer. After all it s the seal s sister s wedding. The ring mistress doesn t want any kind of interruption or scene. The ring mistress kisses the seal makes her eat a few fishes and leaves for the proceedings. To kaisalaga Its nice. Chalabgannabaja

Blood is on the dance floor Kuchnayabaja sale I wanna hold your hand Mr. Z.02 laughs and lights a cigarette he feels that there are only two cigarettesleft. One after the evening tea and one after dinner. Though he knows he will finish it in the next 30 minutes. He cracks the bone of his back, neck and fingers and rests properly on his chair. Smoking. The ash keeps falling on its own on the floor over the city of the President. Though he did take the ash tray which was on the dusty table next to his black glasses and walking stick. The dust on the table is much softer than on the floor. Mr. Z.02 comfortably dries his sweat by pulling his shirt making a space for the air to enter his naked sweat dripping skinny body and smokes his cigarette as the increased voltage increases the fan speed. He and his peaceful city are calm and satisfied today.