Last week after taking Vedu out to the corridor on a very windy evening, I felt so worried that she might catch a cold because of my carelessness. All night I prayed that I catch the cold instead of her. Just like I wanted, I woke up with a sore throat and she was absolutely fine. I thought that was the height of my selflessness until I saw a mosquito in our bedroom today. It was so full of blood that it couldn’t even move. And my first thought was “Oh God! Please let that be my blood and not hers!”. Now I understand the saying “Shit just got real!”. 😛
My friends say I am a very hyperactive, noisy person; although my blogs might not reflect that. I blog mainly about confused feelings I get from insane reveries I have. I have to be super-depressed, super-excited or super-pissed off to write, thereby making my writing pretty much emotional (or so people tell me). There have been people who have loved me for what I write, there have also been people who have despised me for it. Whichever way, I continue to write because I believe in doing what I like, no matter what others say.
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