For the very first time,

I deleted something off this blog.

This post just called for it.

I do not know why. But I had to.

Just asking

Am I really as vain as am made out to be?

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Today

I overheard a conversation between the frankie guy and the guy who sells juice at the canteen.

They were discussin China.

The juice guy was telling the frankie guy about

how everything chinese is very cheap.

How he should buy the chinese make of

whatever it is he was planning to buy.

:)

What I've been noticing

The way the black road shines when it rains. And there is yellow around to make the shine look prettier. I like looking down at the road and walking these days. Black can be very comforting. Yes.

The speed at which people move in this city. Theres a sense of desperation in their walk, anger in their eyes and a thirst for change in their demeanour. When I look at them, I think they are thinking "Soon this will end".

The bloodshot eyes of desperation is more noticeable in the daily wage earners.And when you look at that intensity, you realize the beauty of being human.

How that road filled with trees makes me stop looking at the black of the road. All that greenery leads to an ATM. Whats more beautiful?

That Reading gives me peace.

That you can get along with most humans. Acceptance is the key. And a lot of smiling of course. But then, genuity matters most.

That when the chatter subsides, there's an emptiness that cannot be explained.

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My mind is wandering

It's strange how I've been wanting to write here for a while now.

A lot has been on my mind, almost too much to be able to comprehend. But, when I open this page and begin to write, I blank out.

Was reading up the blog and trying to figure out how I could write so effortlessly once upon a time, how it was mandatory for me to put down my thoughts here, even if it was in the form of third person, poetry or what might seem fiction. Suddenly, there's a blank space in my mind that's pushing the rest of the thoughts to corners. Corners, I cannot explore right now. I miss continuity of thoughts. I miss effortlessness. I miss a sense of calm that would surface the turbulence.

Reading the Kiterunner currently, has some brilliant quotes I wanted to put up here, cant seem to remember where they were anymore. This is all just so new to me.

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This is...

... to the little lecture you gave me and I kept shut.

... to all the times you called me dependant and juvenille

... to all the times you thought to yourself, your the only one who can 'handle' me.

...to all those times you convinced yourself i needed to be 'handled'

...to all those times, I knew just what you were thinkin, but knew this day will come.

I still care about you. Isnt that strange?

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