Thursday, November 16, 2006
raat ko ajeeb si thand hoti hai.
it's like death here right now.
like death is here to stay. halfway through this paper, i can't write anymore, but stare out the window from the 10th floor. where all the color is safe under the grey sky.
it's grey and it only gets darker, the winds only get stronger and it only gets colder.
newspapers and leaves are flying around. they're the only things that make me smile.
thursdays have a habit of being the same week after week this year.
aap toh hamesha sai aisay hain, aapkay toh koyi farz hi nahee'n hain. jaisay bhi ho, khush raho.
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