..roasted honey and steamed ginger

...what on earth will make me think of a name like that...but..but everything has a reason behind it...remember ever since renaissance...the outcome of evil mind of mankind or manunkind...however you think of it....man has a reason for everything...reason o the holy reason...o the fucking reason...are we so desolate and decripidited that we have to rely on you rather than ourselves...nevermind...the times will come...or rather has come...when mankind is deep into the well of emotions...that foul smelling dark well of emotions....oh...he has become so used to the smell that he will not like anything else....now he thinks of a reason...still thinks of a reason for everything...but there is always an overcast of emotions...which surpasses all boudaries of reasons...errr....did i say boundaries of reasons....i must mention all that depend on one's toungue...reasons...strong enough or weak enough...see how far it got stretched...from roasted honey and steamed ginger to reasons...
it was 3 am in the morning or late night(because there are different takers of this as well)...i drank water and looked at the bottom of the glass in my hand...it showed my twisted face...it was not his fault...i dont know if i will be able to identify my real self....i didnt know what to do next...there were pieces of cut ginger kept near the tea pot...unwashed since last two days..when i had a similar mood swing..or fit..or whatever u call it...i poured water in it and put the ginger pieces too....and kept it for boiling...dont ask me what i was thinking...atleast after all that lecture on reasons and emotions...it fucking kills all the fun...it gave a bitter smell...and a bubbling sound...accompanied only by the sound of fan..which lay hanging from the ceiling...whirling since a long time....there was a spoon kept on the side of the stove...left unwashed since last two days when i had used it to take out honey from the jar...no...there were no ants around...i took it and kept it on the flame....the smell was defying..aptly suited to the bitter smell of steamed ginger....and my bitter mood....i switched off the stove....that was the only source of light in the kitchen...it was dark after that...i had my hand holding the spoon...i took if off the stove and the tea pan too...kept it beside the stove...probably for another such night to come...i left the kitchen and lied down on my bed....my thoughts wandered from the smell of ginger to roasted honey...to purple sky...to diving in a purple space....before i was lost