It's so relaxing to read Amit Verma's India Uncut. Its simple. Its out there and he says it without mincing words. Clear enough. I keep having a good laugh as I read through his blog. It's something that makes you feel all is okay. Humour and cynicism exists and all can be quite okay at the end of the day.
It's been a tough week, and I haven't been able to concentrate on work, on writing and on myself. Thanks to a wonderful set of drunken tales, romance that never goes anywhere and a house without a broom.
Life is good. The visit to Delhi, the long drives, the dhabas, the general unruliness, the tilting buses carrying mango people (aam janta- a word that caught on after love Aaj kal) at midnight, all was very comforting. Some kind of hidden meaning behind it all I think. Something for me to relish. The view from my friend's apartment, open green spaces, tall buildings in between, bungalows, the works, Delhi definitely felt good to be in.
A friend just messaged me the existence of a good sex shop, where one can get goodies of all kinds. And she regrets not taking free candies on her way out. Which brings me to the fact that maybe I should visit after the almost 100th failed attempt at being liked and sharing some amount of liking-ness between the author (that would be me) and men. Men, always fodder for thought. Fodder for self mind fucking even.
Goodnight people. I need to sit with my thesis for a bit.
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