a memoir of etchings and wanderings
Who goes drinking on Tuesday nights? Four girls. Cafe Morrison. Drama. Many laughs. “V”. Long Island Ice Teas. An unending slice of chocolate cake. Waay to many Cosmopolitans attributable to Ladies Night. John Mayer singles. Spicy potato sliders. Bhardwaj, Shukla and their tall drinks! Yes, thats an iPhone! With a lavender cover! Thank you for letting me hold it, Milan ♥ There was minimum talk about work. I havent laughed this … Continue reading “Tuesdays at Morrison” →
The past month has been such a blur. Time flies past. Weeks pass before I know it. There is an overwhelming feeling of nothingness. Of confusion and numbness. It feels like I’ve been injected with a state of unconsciousness and loss of protective reflexes. I cannnot make myself be interested in anything. Something big is around the corner, I can sense it.
This is for all those people who go through life wrapped up in their little selfish worlds. Those who derive pleasures by wishing ill for others. Those who treat people badly knowing that they would not retort. Those who haven’t been blessed enough to be able to give with open hearts. Those who hurt consciously. I don’t know if I believe in karma, but what I do know is that there is something watching over … Continue reading “Despise” →