I never thought things would come to such a pass.
I wanted Andromeda to hang before being sent to the DELL labs. She complied. I shut the lid as-is and instructed the porter to present it to Srikanth this way.
The light of my life was gone. The void was killing me. I felt left out and forgotten. I was quarantined. I was turning insane. But wait, maybe this was nature's way of forcing me to be rehabilitated. I was too addicted to cyberspace and needed the toxicity out of my system.
The books piling up on the floor looked like alien arsenal. Maybe I needed something lighter and less intimidating. The TV should suffice for now. I rediscovered the art of channel surfing and it wasn't as bad as expected.
Cyberspace isn't out of reach yet. Though Mantu left with his Acer laptop for Pune a few days ago (the pretext wasn't exactly conspicuous then) and Santosh's desktop has been non-functional for more than half-a-year now, Manilal's desktop survives. Thanks to its presence (and its owner's absence), I can still blog for now.
Andromeda is slated to reunite with me not before Tuesday.