The days are just flying by. Don’t know where they are leading me. Sometimes it feels like the whole motive of living is lost. There are no set targets or goals, which I should be following. Five days go by working for 8 – 9 hrs and the weekends either sleeping or staring at the idiot box. Contrary to my expectations a change of place had made no difference at all. Still the lonely nights come at regular intervals as they used to. The evenings no longer intrigue me, neither does the morning makes me any happy. I have a balcony that faces in the east but I usually sit there in the evening looking at the changing color of the sky and not wanting to look at the cause. I don’t even try to change them (the reason, not the colors). Sometimes I feel I have started to like this solitude of mine. The loneliness is what I have started to enjoy.
Well I said na I’ll change, and I have.
Monday, August 4, 2008
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