I realized that I was always short of fancy words whenever I wrote something (ok, I â€˜amâ€™ even today). I could express my ideas perfectly well and without much error, but then the language was just too simple. So I decided to boost my vocab and went ahead and did a stupid thing. I registered for an email-newsletter at Dictionary.Com which would mail me a new â€˜fancyâ€™ word daily.
To do hell with these guys, they sent the most insane of words to me. Now when does someone use a term like â€˜bivouacâ€™ for an encampment for the night? Given a choice, I would rather write the whole â€˜encampment for the nightâ€™ thing than bother to remember the strange word which is also kind of difficult to pronounce. Bye-vou-aik? Be-vou-aik? Biv-ou-ek? To do hell with it again. For the curious ones the actual pronunciation is â€œBIV-wakâ€
Today I want to do something. I want to put together the last ten words that I received in one single paragraph (so now you understand what this ‘ten’ was all about). Let me see if I succeed (though I donâ€™t think itâ€™s really that difficult). And to add to some fun, I will start with bivouac itself! Here I goâ€¦
My bivouac was ready. I had eight hours to rest, sleep or whatever else I wished to do. The dark-but-still-rubicund sun was about to set. The crepuscular view of trees all around reminded me of her; she, the ingÃ©nue from my town. Her lambent face was still fresh in my mind. She was that anodyne to me who sucked all the pains that I ever had in life. As soon as my job is over, I shall get back to her, I thought. But then, I did not want to think too much about her. Her thoughts were too distracting. I realized however that something else was distracting as well. My stomach! I didnâ€™t even remember when I had a repast last. It was time to take some food finally. I unpacked the routine-high-on-everything-but-taste-food that I had and as I consumed it, my mind kept rolling for some more time. As I finished eating, it had become completely dark, with no moon to brighten the invisible sky. The combined effect of the food that I just had and the moonless night was simply soporific. The subterfuge next day was not going to be easy and a sound sleep was but anything that I needed. If everything worked as planed, I would soon be away from this maelstrom of shit that I had been put into. I would be back to her, playing with her locks. She was the last thing I remembered before crashing inside my bivouac. As soon as my job is over, I shall get back to her.
Hurray, I did it! Anyone has the enthu to find out those TEN words? Hey common you already know one, donâ€™t you?