They say things fall apart so that better things come together.
I am gripped by this sudden distaste for everyone in the vicinity. What I really want is some creamy mushroom pasta.
I miss, missing people. I miss, not missing people.
Narcopolis got shortlisted for the Booker, that makes me incredibly happy.
Also I discovered cookies and cream milk flavouring straws. That made me happy too.
Someone makes me smile, often wistfully.
I think of the time to come, the writing on the wall, and I wonder how I got through it all.
I thank God for everything. Apart from the Tuesday mess dinner in College.
A whatsapp message makes me smile, I thank the Universe for Bombay, 2011.
I’m craving eggs now.
This post doesn’t make sense but it makes me realize Life is good.
Life is Good.
Also, I can’t decide if Bogart made a better Rick Blaine or Sam Spade.