I’m lovin it…
everything that comes with trying to live your life like it’s running out.
So, I’m breathless and bone weary and I’ve worn out a pair of shoes, but it’s all like a kaleidoscope of everything I love, and I can’t tear myself away .
Excuse the terrible similes. I’m not very articulate when I’m like this.
So there’s all this love that surrounds you because you know, you’re home. There are friends, and people to meet, and cousins to see after years, and warmth to bask in. I’m going to make a separate post on the food. I can’t possibly fit it all in this post.
I kept telling Crazy-Boy on the train that I was running out of words to describe his stupidity, and the fact that I believe he’s mad. (Yes, he travelled back on the same train as me. Yes, he’s nuts.)
It’s like that now. Just super-duper excited and happy and not enough words.
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By any chance, are you happy about the crazy boy and the journey back home? I have come to learn that your train journeys are usualy *very* exciting – be it a journey to home or say Goa bound?
Have a nice time there DC
OK.So now you carry crazy boy on the train too..hmm.
nah it wont last..people around you dont understand that ur happy n dont wanna be disturbed.
welcome back
Ankita,
But thank re, am having a brilliant time so far.
Carry? Uh no. He booked the tickets and he carried himself on the train. I wasn’t involved, I had no desire to be involved.
Prasoon,
Well, they are eventful
FLD,
Raghu,
Uh huh! Someone’s being pessimistic today.