I'm wearing a rather striking shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and make me too conscious of myself. Checkered in red, grey, black and maroon, I've excused myself into donning it and looking silly for two reasons. It's Friday and…more importantly, the last working day of the year. Tailored half-a-year back, I never had the courage to wear it, not until today. It's that time of the year when it's time to reflect on the events that transpired. Last year ended on the worst possible note. Dad had expired and I was numb with shock. The repercussions rippled halfway thought this year. Things were so abysmal initially that I had lost the will to live. Acrid in everything I did, I was immensely angered by time phlegmatically flowing through its cadence. It was as if Dad meant nothing to anybody. What right did people have to live the way they always had when Dad was no more? Why was much of the world still ...
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I am writing this comment from my office. Just check out the time at which the comment was posted. And no, I am not having a night shift.
Planning to stay in the office for another 3 hrs and then I'll be back here at 11:00A.M.
This happens almost everyday. Nice place your beloved Pune is turning out to be.
Thank God I have a few episodes of Friends that I downloaded from a colleague's Thinkpad to help me endure this eerie silence.
Oops!! I have just wasted 5 mins in posting this comment. Bye!!!
Pune is till the best city on my list of habitable places in India.
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