what do i want to write.

on my flight, back from raipur, i gathered courage and vanity to talk to a girl sitting next. it was inspiring. thanks to mag n.

and what else? this is may. supposed to be very hot. as a child, i liked summer. i did my bit of kite making and kite flying. and we generally roamed around. on burning earth. played cricket. it was good. definitely.

i cant remember when i was happy the last time. i see some fleeting images. but not any concrete incidences.  first year at iit was the best. infinite lukhkhaness. will never come back.

for a couple of weeks now, i get a depressing feeling at morning. not good.

finished reading anna karenina. i dont feel like reading anything else now. bought a book on indian history but it would be a long time before i read it.

what else? i need to find a way of passing time. killing time rather.

this is a depressing post. like most of my depressing post, i think it is pointedly exaggerated and i am not as sad.

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