I slept through more than half of April and woke up today. Not that I regret it - I dreamt. I dreamt about mountain valleys covered with petite magenta flowers, about nectar of life flowing down fierce careless brooks, about bees and honey and an endless row of daffodils, about huge penguins sliding down glacier mines - I dreamt about happy things. Yeah, yeah, honey chilly potato and white rum too!
I have been living a dream. All past four years have been a long dream, one I've got used to now. You need to see "A Good Year" to understand my mental state. Russel Crowe's life in downtown France, that is how it is going. And it is going to get over soon. That sting of shock, I felt its first dose on Monday at our batch party. My most successful relationship with a girl so far got over today. April would be over soon, so would be college. How shall I handle it?
Delhi, don't you know honey, how much I'd miss you?
I've FINALLY put up my Limo pic. Find it here