The sum total of garbage

Our greatest mathematics professor died in a bus accident yesterday. We are all glad that he got what he deserved.

Sir what was his crime? Asked a frustrated student.

Well, he was meddling with numbers which are essentially waste. And to me..

The professor bit his tongue.

There was an old lamp burning in the pub and the cat was groaning with hunger.Hari wiped thoughts from his  forehead and felt sick .

What is wrong with mathematics? He asked

The cat turned his eyes and said. “We can’t eat numbers”

Hari picked a fishbone and threw at him. Then he said nothing.

While he drank his third peg dead man pated on his shoulder.

“professor”

“Well my child you look  very dark”

“Sir,You have poisoned me with numbers and the world no longer trusts in them. What did you do to me?”

“No it is the world lost its trust in trust. Its your blame son. why did you trust me?”

stacked papers on the table grew restless in the wind as Hari tried to mask his wrinkled face.

“What else could I have done? That was my only option.”

The air smelled brandy and the wind knocked the door.

 “Drink more and think beyond your thoughts.” Exit the old professor.

Hari walked back to home waving his bottle. whisky spilled on the road and the dust sucked the water.

On the way, He stamped on a thread and it bit him.

Alone in the room, he drank what is left and peeped through the window into street, where people flooded.

“It is a sum total of garbage” he sighed and stretched himself on the bed.

He felt better and better and he slept.

Morning he found himself in the cave of snakes, and they danced to his breaths.