Procrastination kills. Be it just for moments or for a whole decade. The wee hours of rainfall when the taxi just drives past, the human mind too timid to get drenched for just a couple of seconds, deciding to wait for another one... Expecting hopefully to cozy up in another yellow cab... They come every 10 seconds... But there's no "another" now... No taxi, no drydom... 2 seconds of wet aversion and now need to walk in the cold rain for half an hour... Primitive instance this, yet worth thinking of...
April came, and the blog was ignored... No more... I write...
Much to my delight had I got the opportunity to tread on Foreign Earth... My duties embrace comfort, the cusp of perfection, and I am happy... My bottle shattered - Green and Melancholic... The Other Half Revisited, the heat unleashing the demento cell of the Brain... The Gin and tonic... The Fake Answers... And the Pat on the Back... All in the pipeline...
Someone told me that I write too vaguely... I would like to deny that... Being a progressive musician, I request everybody to open their minds and try to read my blog... It is as simple as a Chaai and an Egg Patties...
Monday, May 11, 2009
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