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Meeting a procrastinator

The last evening was unusual. The air was thick with stench coming out of decaying shapeless entities. It was making me nervous and I was having difficulty holding it to myself. I was about to go for my evening walk that suddenly this gentleman appeared from no where. He headed straight for me and almost got me by surprise. He introduced himself with a warm smile. He was young energetic and looked very bright. Sudden appearance of this man made me comfortable than what I was before his arrival. But before I could put up any query regarding the meeting I was dragged into. He just started with telling me that he wanted to thank me for all that I have done for him. He told me how my timely help, care and dedication towards him made him feel thankful of me. Before I could speak he continued that over the years I have groomed him and have feed him and have nursed him. His survival and well being was directly linked to the work I have been doing for him. He told me that he longer does any work and off late he has postponed all his work sine die because of my assurances. Before I could make any sense of it he bragged that now he no longer worry about his future as my increasing support to him seems very lucrative. He however felt sorry that I will just be a slave to him. At this statement I just lost it. I was about to hit him hard and ask him why the hell was he chewing my brain? But I could not move my lips. His warm smile turned to a devilish grin. I tried hard recognizing him and slowly he started morphing to someone known. He was now wearing the same clothing as I was in. He started fading fully till I recognize that I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror looking into it doing nothing. It began to appear now that I was talking to my procrastinated self whom I have created because of my laziness. He has grown stronger and is now making fun of me laughing on all my failures.

I learnt my lesson it was time for another battle and this time it was with my laziness. It has to die for me to survive. Wish me luck ......

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