There is some yellow paper here and it smells. It smells of white chocolate, dark chocolate, air-conditioned rooms, libraries on winter evenings and sometimes of the old printing press.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Will I ever reach... or the last dramatic breath
This is the most dramatic moment to word this agony and tiredness and complete the ritual of a post after every semester. Though, this one seems the longest ever which started with film making and what not and ended in shams of me. Finally, the exams are over. The wait is shortened by a flight back home so that I don't have to rot away in the train. I have had this intense urge to reach home which is now culminating in the worst of fears. Dramatic because I am sitting at the airport and writing this. Battery dying. Will finish later for sure! Argh!
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