Well, this is just writing for the sake of it. Yeah, 'cause you never get to what you want to say unless you're at home. Things I found:
I don't have a life, with staying at office most of the day, and then, so irritated afterward that I merely ask to be left alone, and scream unholily when I am not.
It's not so much that, y'know. I, well, want to get away. Want to be alone. I want to go to Khajuraho, for one. I dunno how good I am with relationships. Perhaps I am not. Perhaps it's the persons we are. I want to breathe. And a lot of things that I dearly want to write and let loose over the internet, knowing that no one would read it.
I used to write stories once. Not newspaper story, but fiction story. Kotoi na shohoj chhilo shob takhon.
Aj baire giyechhilam anekdin por. Ki je shanti.
Bad English is my birthright
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I want to breathe
Breathe, breathe in the air...don't be afraid to care.
Maaney cliched, kintu true.
I'd had strawberry shortcake ice cream yesterday. Ki aanondo!
Aar why Khajurao?
yeah. actually, upon thought, that's reassuring. wow, u know just the right thing, now i feel upbeat...blah...blah. but then, yeah.And then there was Stay. Man, I am never playing that one to anyone again.
what's shortcake, anyway?
Khajuraho 'cause I think the sculptures are awfully beautiful, and I have wanted to go there, like most people. Want to check out Indian temple architecture, you could say. And then, you get to breathe.
breathing best accomplished at the stadium.
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