I’ve made a rather irritating discovery in the last few days.
Falling out of love with someone is ten times more annoying than falling in love.
Everything the former object of your affections says or does makes you want to throw up.
Not to mention that dreadful realization of not being as smart as you think you are.
Apart from that I have my only real exam tomorrow, TWO classes and a presentation.
SO MUCH WORK . If every year was like fifth year, I may have even liked NALSAR a teensy bit, who knows?
And then I get to eat maangsho bhaat with my homeland peoples.
Maangsho Bhaat (Mutton Curry and Rice)
And then I’m going to sleep like a hibernating beaver.
There’s a Calvin & Hobbes for everything!
Perfect notwithstanding a single grammatical error.
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.