Dusty fan creaking to life.
Blowing hot air.
Windy breeze seeping through the holes.
Insect crawling on the thatched muddy wall.
Eyes furtively hovering on the roof.
Sleep distracted by the sound of fire crackers.
Morons hell-bent to wake up the whole world.
Sleep gone for a toss.
Stench of cheap booze wafts through.
A lone drunkard wandering at the beach,
not faraway from the humble abode.
Stillness of thoughts.