It is all a little too inconsequential but is still a little overpowering. Because when the poetry mode starts taking over, it almost acts as an indicator. An indicator that doesn’t initiate any action, but more thinking. Not that then it means that it is of any help, but whatever.I sit and give gyaan for … Continue reading Don’t ask why…
My latest status message on Facebook reads, ‘Richa’s love for herself is almost obscene :P’. I am smiling non-stop. No real reason as such, some silly stuff that made me happy. But really, I wonder if everyone is as self-obsessed as I am. Not just that. Happy and no regrets. No qualms about being touchy, … Continue reading Life as on April 19, 2008
Strange things keep happening all the time. When you’re looking for chocolate, you end up getting vanilla. You crave for a smile or two, turns out they’re still behind the tears in this queue. You reach a point where you do not even want to crib about things — you just wonder! The ‘whats’ and … Continue reading Moody’s
It’s the first March in my conscious life that I am not fretting about exams. It was the first Holi where I didn’t take a bath, ‘coz it was just another holiday and I didn’t play at all. It is the first time in my family’s history that mom and dad are interested in MTV. … Continue reading Phases
# White font on black backgrounds. Maybe if you click on that drop-down and click on the lightest gray before white, you’ll do me a favour. # Assholes who jump red lights feeling they’re all on Ferraris. I think I would have been staring at a hospital ceiling today. Sadly, my “You S O B” … Continue reading I Detest
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