Madhavi felt herself fighting her way towards consciousness through a fog of unconsciousness. The first thing she became aware of was the intense cold that she was feeling. As she became more aware of her immediate surroundings, she realized that she was lying on the floor. Thankfully, the carpet was providing a degree of insulation from the floor chilled by the cold December weather. However, there was nothing on top of her, and hence, the feeling of being cold. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes. The act seemed to require a superhuman effort. Raising her head off the floor, she winced in pain. Yet another drinking binge had left her a familiar morning-after-present: a hangover headache. As she became more aware of herself, she realized that she was still drunk and that her tongue tasted foul. "First things first", she thought as s he managed to pick herself off the carpet and head to the bathroom. Kneeling beside the pot, she shoved a finger down her throat to try and...
Ruminations of a mind that is sometimes angry, sometimes caustic and sarcastic but is mostly darkly humorous...on a variety of subjects under the sun..hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoy writing it....Ciao...