There is no better solace to this miserable soul than scribbling here.
I've tried socializing myself at an office outing. Completely failed to mingle and successfully and severely attacked by an unbearable headache. Never again, I'll make another attempt.
Wedding season: Friends and their new friends. Babies: Friends and their little friends. Friends -alone, as strong as they were before. I've visited Visakhapatnam after five years. Old memories are as fresh as the new ones.
I took efforts to look younger. Breathed out more to push the tummy in and later disgusted at myself for the silly attempts.
Organizational changes at home. My father is taking care of my grand mother (my mother's mother), the hag, the sharp tongue. I called my father shameless for forgetting the abuses she had used against us. But I know in my heart, sometimes, being shameless is above humanity.
Received some costly but untimely and thoughtless gifts. Gift givers, please note this point. If you don't have brains, I'll gift a piece of mine.
Hooked up with Moliere. Very much liked Animal Farm. Currently reading Midnight's Children.
Continuously awed by Mike Scruggs. I have decided that I must become Mike Scruggs when I grow up.
