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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SO plz pen some thing down on that...thoughts on beauty,sex,evil ,agony,pain are welcome too.
I'd like to know: what is your planned course of action once you collect this feedback?
Unlike an autobiography, personal blogs get published instantaneously...which may adversely affect people and events. I've tried to find a workaround by using secret posts. But Blogger.com has been guilty of obliterating at least one of them till now! You'll have to have some patience for the veil to be lifted!
Planned course of action after getting the feedback? Just fine tune the content. I feel the quality has suffered a lot in the recent past.