Yes, I am. Just didn't put much time in for thought, lost in the mire of daily mundane catastrophes of a minor scale. Alan Parsons decided to push me back.
Is there you, anyone up there who really has his/her eyes in the sky, and can really read my mind? Is Lucifer not my friend?
How much have I failed myself since I last cribbed here? Lets count.
# I haven't been able to locate the warranty card of my broken camera yet.
#I have no clue about what is going on in the class.
#I have stopped listening to music.
#I am watching stupid series (of all the things left to be done and undone).
#I haven't since long given a thought to Peter Higgs.
Ten days back, I tried to Breathe in the Spring Fest and bade it goodbye in bed. Then I saw a fair enough magic show in Kshitij and a jugglery-cum-choreography-cum-trickery show which left me wondering if there really was a dearth of artists in India that prompted the very genesis of the show. Or perhaps, more appropriately, we are all xenophiles.
Another question that has been bothering me for sometime now is if I really want to go to the US of A.
Right now, all old (wo)men hold reins of my life.
Right now, I have a confused heap of questions.
Right now, I have a monthful of random sweet memories.
