I'm wearing a rather striking shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and make me too conscious of myself. Checkered in red, grey, black and maroon, I've excused myself into donning it and looking silly for two reasons. It's Friday and…more importantly, the last working day of the year. Tailored half-a-year back, I never had the courage to wear it, not until today. It's that time of the year when it's time to reflect on the events that transpired. Last year ended on the worst possible note. Dad had expired and I was numb with shock. The repercussions rippled halfway thought this year. Things were so abysmal initially that I had lost the will to live. Acrid in everything I did, I was immensely angered by time phlegmatically flowing through its cadence. It was as if Dad meant nothing to anybody. What right did people have to live the way they always had when Dad was no more? Why was much of the world still ...
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1. if u r washing ur socks, u'll post abt it
2. if u r buying undergarments, u'll post abt it
3. if some star is more bright than usual, u'll post abt it
4. if u r reading something u'll post, if u r NOT reading, u'll post
5. if some ATM is mot working within ur area u'll post abt it.
6. if u r posting too frequently, u'll add one more post saying u'll not post and again go back to posting ur posts
7. if u r not doing anything, u'll post abt it
why the hell has there been no blog post about ur marriage with Asha and ur (previously unthinkable) seperation with santosh????
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