
I have like an hour before the midnight mass.
We having a party after it! @ of village
kiddos, youthos and pandu-logos. I can’t picture myself to be anywhere else but
either Bassein or Goa especially in Christmas season @ India. These places have
the feeeeeel of this eve and season. These are ‘the’ places to be. Well, if not
for the turmoil that goes on in me I should have been in immense happy state
with Christmas bells, cribs, the spine of wearing short dress in cold-cilly wind
accompanied by towering heels and crying foul over how the roads aren’t heels-friendly,
houses carrying the looks of restaurants (thanks to that cheap Chinese lighting)
and last and not the least the happy-shiny people around me. But somehow I love
complications and end up complicating things for myself and p-eople around me. I
wanted to write some stuff to this particular entity whose behavioral patterns
has always made tons of difference to the person I was .All of that entity’s actions
somehow still do. I don’t know why. I’m not even sure if I want to know, for
tons of other people have been included in the journey of life but still this
particular entity, thou hasn’t been around has still impinge me in ways I never
thought would happen to me. I wanted to copy-paste in some stuff I had in my
e-diary here. But I’m not sure if that would be appropriate, considering the
fact that IN THE END what I felt before doesn’t matter, what am feeling now at
this very moment is what counts and soon it will be invalid, in accordance with
change in time, space, place, entities in question and my attitude towards the
entire thing or instance. I need to power this down before somebody bombards my
ear for being late.
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