thats actully the title of a box that comes in economic times, read some of the most weirdest newsbits there. i jus thought of popping in a hi to u guys.
there's a universe of possibilities out there, wake up to one everyday. each day there's a new song... the one tat makes u smile through the walk, through the day..
i have come to really enjoy my morning walks to the institute. a random cute guy on the road, the mischievous kid outside the classroom, the lady in a rush to catch the bus, the housewife bargaining at the bhajiwalas, the newspaper lady, the geriatrics club at vaishali's n rupali's... over the days, these people have become so much a part of my day.
we fall into routines so easily. we move form task to task in a subconscious way... and yet at the end of the day, m somehow not bored of doin the same things everyday. somehow each day is different, special.
there are no post thoughts, n i think m keepin someone waitin for the pc.. .so signin out now..
b bac with more soon... ciao!
cheers..
there's a universe of possibilities out there, wake up to one everyday. each day there's a new song... the one tat makes u smile through the walk, through the day..
i have come to really enjoy my morning walks to the institute. a random cute guy on the road, the mischievous kid outside the classroom, the lady in a rush to catch the bus, the housewife bargaining at the bhajiwalas, the newspaper lady, the geriatrics club at vaishali's n rupali's... over the days, these people have become so much a part of my day.
we fall into routines so easily. we move form task to task in a subconscious way... and yet at the end of the day, m somehow not bored of doin the same things everyday. somehow each day is different, special.
there are no post thoughts, n i think m keepin someone waitin for the pc.. .so signin out now..
b bac with more soon... ciao!
cheers..
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