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bliss

it was surreal. i was filled with disbelief. like a leaf on a breeze, i was looking here and there, unbelieving the lightness of being. i was 'sitting' on a 'seat' in the local train on the way back from work today! I HAD A SEAT! :D unjostled, un perturbed, the tired body had only the trains sway rocking it to sleep. there was the ungainly scene of a derrière right in front of me, but hey, you can't have it all now, can you? this lone fortune lifted my sodden day to a new high, plastering on my face a unyielding smile.
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this kind of state of bliss makes one do dangerous things. i for one did something today... well, no regrets for what i did, but I will surely be pleasantly (for me) greeted with awestruck faces of ppl tomorrow.yes. i shaved my head. ( i guess, subconciously the reason for me going bald is to see those awestruck faces) god it feels good. the wind forever cool over it.
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bliss. u can find bliss anywhere. on fortuous empty seats. on bald heads.. everywhere.

Comments

A S said…
I can understand how tired u would be, and frustrated too .. its all a part of life yaar.relax :)
Strider said…
stop being alone......
you the neurons die when they fail to connect to other neurons.....
Ajinkya said…
hehe..
i guess those dying neurons are the cause of my failing memory, now is it? whats your name again? :P

u c, one tends to write only a certain mood. this blog is tending towards my thoughts that reflect a certain part of me. so this frustration, this aloofeness is reflected here only because i chose to. i don't put my travelogues, my party pics or stuff like that here. facebook is for that :P this blog is not symptomatic.
Ajinkya said…
hehe..
i guess those dying neurons are the cause of my failing memory, now is it? whats your name again? :P

u c, one tends to write only a certain mood. this blog is tending towards my thoughts that reflect a certain part of me. so this frustration, this aloofeness is reflected here only because i chose to. i don't put my travelogues, my party pics or stuff like that here. facebook is for that :P this blog is not symptomatic.

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