Amber
*Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally
you ought to know what brings me here
you glide through my head blind to fear
and I know why
whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally*
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Those are just words of a song that someone that I loved, used to like a lot. And every morning, before I go to work, and I'm spending a frantic ten mins, getting dressed up (read: iron clothes, put them on, iron hair, vaseline lips, kajal eyes, perfume self n run), it's the song that runs through my head.
AMBER..................... red, hot, hot, red........................ ready to go, smoultering (not sleepy), (not tired), live wire, energyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Then i get to the waiting cab, soft cushions n gentle Kannada music (a language I can barely understand).. or sometimes, disco Kannada (dhoosh dhoosh nanu sherinjeevi, neenu sheridhevi)... n the mind begins to wander
And then get to work, have a smoke, swipe through all doors, fix up workstation, go get something to drink, sip through it urgently, burning tongue... run in again, do a floor walk, saying hello to all other sleepy dwellers of the office room... get back to station... Nips sets campaign...
"Hello Good Morning.. this is Sabitha from St ______ ____, clln with regds to ur loan........"
9 hrs later... Amber what? *yawn* U knw how fire fizzles n ash settles... ash is the more permanent substance out of the two... but apparently it isn't, cz after lunch.. n some sleep, it's back to the amber song again.... whoah.. amber is the colour of ur energy... whoah............
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally
you ought to know what brings me here
you glide through my head blind to fear
and I know why
whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally*
****
Those are just words of a song that someone that I loved, used to like a lot. And every morning, before I go to work, and I'm spending a frantic ten mins, getting dressed up (read: iron clothes, put them on, iron hair, vaseline lips, kajal eyes, perfume self n run), it's the song that runs through my head.
AMBER..................... red, hot, hot, red........................ ready to go, smoultering (not sleepy), (not tired), live wire, energyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Then i get to the waiting cab, soft cushions n gentle Kannada music (a language I can barely understand).. or sometimes, disco Kannada (dhoosh dhoosh nanu sherinjeevi, neenu sheridhevi)... n the mind begins to wander
And then get to work, have a smoke, swipe through all doors, fix up workstation, go get something to drink, sip through it urgently, burning tongue... run in again, do a floor walk, saying hello to all other sleepy dwellers of the office room... get back to station... Nips sets campaign...
"Hello Good Morning.. this is Sabitha from St ______ ____, clln with regds to ur loan........"
9 hrs later... Amber what? *yawn* U knw how fire fizzles n ash settles... ash is the more permanent substance out of the two... but apparently it isn't, cz after lunch.. n some sleep, it's back to the amber song again.... whoah.. amber is the colour of ur energy... whoah............
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