Its Friday night, and when booze flows; it says ” Everything will be all right”
Forgot to water the plants today; thank God for the gorgeous weather here (and that I had watered them yesterday), they were still hale and hearty.
How I wish to end the day on a “High” note, but instead turned on the air conditioner and slept peacefully, still thinking of how I wished to watch a movie or two over popcorns.
I could imagine the drunker stupor kicking in, dance music playing with disco lights, then transgressing to psychedelic rock. And I would feel “Comfortably Numb”.
बेटा, तुम तो गयो
We have a pact; the higher authority takes all the small decisions- things to buy, things to cook , finance related and all while I take all the big decisions- like should the country impose this law? Where are we going with the financial crunch in the country and how do we tackle them and all
I don’t believe in luck and fate, they are just illusions. But sometimes it feels good to mock the god, cursing him for the bad luck and blah blah… What happens is all our doing, but still mocking him gives a sense of humor….