there are times when all you need is to talk to urself and read about yourself in any way possible. whether its thru writing or dancing or painting. one needs to constantly read oneself in watever language one can. its kind of a survival need.
its holi n for the first time in life m nt exicted. not really liking it though. i wont complain of the work factor coz everybody has work but over the years a gradual cynicism for life is spreading to my entire mental and vital consciousness. we used to play a fantastic holi as kids. even in college for that matter but for the last seven eight years there hasnt been much of an activity. no one really plays it for fun. neighbours gather together as its customary formality and needs to be taken care of. colleauges celebrate at work to be nice or atleast try to appear to be nice. guys(not all) enjoy as they get a chance to roam around the streets nonchalant but sitting at home used to be boring and the boredom is slowly giving way to indifference. i dont want to be indifferent to such a beautiful festival, to colors, to life. i am trying hard to convince myself that its going to be lovely tomorrow but...
anyways happy holi.
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my observation is that u shud stop thinking so much and just go with the flow...sometimes u shud just go...
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