Journaling Jumanji

Its day 5. I do not know about the standard time as I lost my watch during evacuation and speaking of possessions, I have a raccoon coat and a pile of books in suitcase. I even forgot to fetch some notebook, so we are tally counting the quantity of soda cans and buns on the surface of glacier with a stick, here in Siachen.

The other team, I suppose is struggling to find a spot in wilderness of Himalayas. After the Jumanji situation, the post-apocalyptic period for humanity, we are struggling to defrost our common sense, the one in demand.

 

Let me resume writing a bit , in case I lose my sanity and to favor my journal , I must record, sloths are recruited back and tiger is running for upcoming presidential election and as he surveyed the temperatures after our surveillance record for past few centuries , he furiously passed a sanction to dislodge us, only left few hiring for misanthropists.

 

And I suppose, it is just getting colder and some bunch of engineers are brainstorming an igloo but so far, we are just surviving with sleeping bags.

 

We were trying to seek some refuge from the penguin society here , we speculated they have carpeted rooms with fireplace and exclusive libraries but they shut the doors and remarked back with the pile of plastic bags and tooth brushes, the ones we manufactured. Hunting fish is banned too not that we have any more skills since the revolutions. The cargo left more cartons yesterday, with biscuits that exactly tastes like cat food.

 

I will migrate, perhaps towards Amazon but my plans were flooded away when I heard that they have decided to keep it, meaning we may not benefit from it anymore. Brute audacity, regrettable oppression and exploitation! We are doomed now. 

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Ayesha Musharraf

18-10-2020