I’ve had a cyclone of strings to write about and these have kept me unsure about what to write first. I’d think about what to write and then give up. This usually never happened to me because I’d let my
Hypocrites and wife-beaters.
I’ve been disturbed since yesterday mostly because I witnessed and had to actively participate in a family debacle which so messy that it took away my sleep. I was working yesterday, the W2 shift, which like I’ve explained; demands me
The castaway car.
So I got lost and it was scary cause I had no clue of where I was and I was desperate to reach home but then I was too high on myself to call up and ask for help. I
The waiting place…
Population outburst, unruly and uneducated people, educated scmucks, morally impaired, outright stupid – some of the many reasons for the unending waits we have to endure as part of the mob. The mob who lives in a world thats crumbling
Words.
I’ve loved words from the time I learnt and understood them. I’ve always thanked Miss Rozana Rodricks (my English teacher) for enlightening me and introducing me to a language that has no boundaries. However much we Indians despise the time