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Last Year

Yet another year is over, and so much has happened since then. It is strange when you look back, you seem to see so many things that would never make sense to you, so many things you disagree with, so many things that change the person that you are. Anyway, talking straight has never been my forte, and here I am on the last day of the year, still confused and trying to figure out a way in life, still wondering what to do in this long journey. For some inexplicable reason, blogging has suffered. It reminds me of how little I write these days. Yes, I would attribute it to a rather busy schedule. Somewhere down the line, lethargy crept in, the brain refused to think, the fingers refused to type, and here I lie in my room looking up at the ceiling and trying to collect the bunch of thoughts.

Well, what more, here I was thinking of what else to write when these bunch of thoughts popped up randomly. Call it one of those monologues I often have with me.

So how old will you be this year?

Too old.

Okay, so what is the most memorable thing that has happened this year?

Nothing really happened.

And the most horrible thing?

Life took a lot of hopes just dashed away. Lots of loved ones, cherished dreams... all gone

Fortuitous luck?

None... bad bad year

Confessions?

I tried real hard.

Resolutions?

Try harder this year.

Two lies and a truth (in any random order).

I want a comfortable life.
I am in love.
I want to be better.

One thing I would like to develop more

Instinct (paradoxical).

Prized possession of the year.

My Bennetton Perfume.

Prized vacation of the year.

Ganapati Phule.

Scandalous news.

I laid some really old woman.

And now?

Just keeping my head above water.

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