With every passing day, with every day which eventually gets completed ... I suffer a trauma. The trauma of the meaninglessness of who I am. The trauma of really not doing anything which substantially makes thing relevant. Amid this trauma, for last few days, I have started or you can say restarted reading things on Plato, Kant, Russell, Lenin and likes. Will like to write more on them. Will like to blog about them. Give me time till this coming Sunday.
Dear Love, I am sitting beside you. I know you are ill for several days. Your health looks miserable and many a times you were not able to respond. I have been busy in my work, and could not take care of yours. I am feeling really bad and guilty for my behavior. I remember those moments when we were talking, laughing and enjoying every moment of our life. Watching your pale face I am feeling sad and disheartened... It was almost two years back when we met. I came to this place ( IIITb ) alone, with none of my old friends with me. No one was here with whom I could talk, share my thoughts and was feeling as if I am in desert. True, it is that there were folks around me, but effectively, even then, life was dry and relentless. In those dark moments I met you. Initially you were unresponsive in many contexts, but gradually I came to know lot of things about you. Believe me, at the very first sight I got enchanted to you. You were the real fashionista, always wearing in black embroideries c...
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