I don’t need you. At all. You piss me off. You contact me when you see that I am happy. Your interest is superficial and selfish. As much as I like to believe that you’re a good friend, you’re not. Neither through happiness, nor through struggle. The only good, absolute thing is that you don’t … Continue reading No…
I am still obsessing. And why not. There are countless fuck-all days in general. And very few of the magical type. Continue reading Can’t Get Enough
Swetha called me randomly one weekend in June. Among other things, we complained of not having travelled in a while. I was desperate. I think so was she. And I loved the ease with which we decided and planned our trip to Himachal. I knew Ladakh was not going to happen for me this year. … Continue reading Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi
Restless. Distracted. Irritable. Bored. Uninterested. In pain. Continue reading Unproductive
Looking at my leave status for half the year that is over, I see that I am out of action for a whole month in a year. Stupid virals, grossly messed up stomach, dysfunctional limbs, and it’s a long list. Depressing and immensely frustrating! Continue reading Bleh
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