Months slipped by so quickly, silently. Each day was just the same as the previous one, like recurring schedule entries on a computerized calendar. Like clockwork. I wanna break out. Break free. Wander. Write. Dance. Until I begin to long for this comfortable certainty of things again. The couch is an object of gravity. I always tend come back to it. But for the moment I'll wander a little.
Good for you.
ReplyDeleteI wil pick up the phone if you successfully make 7 entries in the next 7 days :P
~ Ankur.
What the bloody hell have you been up to in Bangalore?
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