So many things to say..all observations.a wise man once said ,'if I had time, I'd have written a short letter'.,then again,since when has brevity been my forte...

I live ina tiny room with no windows,it has a decent bed with a loft above running the whole length of it.I have never bothered to climb up and look inside,I pretend its not there.I know its silly but an empty space the size of me,lying just above my sound asleep self,doesn't quite make my merry imagination go giddy with joy,to say the least.I like it here,the confined space is peaceful,breathlessly so. I can't really explain it but I feel this room won't let me down,it'll somehow manage to hold my errant thoughts together in tight huddle.

One of the bad things abour getting hungry is the worrisome prospect of washing my dirty dishes. That is without a doubt THE most mundane and boring chore in the world.Strangely,I can't leave dirty dishes at the sink and go to bed.I always imagined myself to be a rationally cool person nad that meant not being bugged by the picture of dirty dishes at the messy sink swimming in front of my eyes as I try to sleep,but no!I am my Mother..can't stand a messy room.I catch myself fixing and fidgetting ang tugging away to glory...

The light keeps flickering even after I switch it off at night..it's like my own lightenning bolt every 10 seconds.I could get it fixed I suppose but I'm just being lazy.

He is here,right next door,but I can't go up to his room and he's not allowed at my place...well,anyhow. Life's good ...

Delhi you puzzle me.Your people seem like they are doing the good earth a favour by walking on it with their 'too good to be here' feet,but I still feel like you have a heart of your own.You are quite the observer. You don't have one single flavour,aroma or hue,it's difficult to judge you at first,but I know what you are..you are beginning to show me. You are a spectator,just like me. You don't invade,you simply wait and watch and smile to yourself. That quite confidence is something that is always there,it's like that feeling when you can't recall where you heard that tune,or where you know somethings is about, but you just can't put your finger on it.

I think I might juist like you for sure someday. But I'm not sure if I'd like to have that choice yet,so wait for me okay?

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