I feel like writing..probably the ill effects of a book made up only of letters (not to forget the bad habit of writing gibberish every now and then ever since a very early age..)
Secret- I had a little black buk, the cover was black actually. I called it my Mumbai diaries..it was sumtin I came up with to note down my wishes dreams plans and what not..more importantly those which had anything to do with Mumbai…
I did realize that it wasn’t sumtin that sumone else wud probably ever read though..maybe if my great grandchildren wanted to find out weird things bout their granny they might give it a shot but I wont b surprised if they were yawning by the 3rd-4th page and sleeping by the time he reached 4 and a half and swore never to even attempt reading it ever ever ever again (read-exaggeration drama melodrama etc etc)
To be honest though I never got down to completing it..(b) all those things I wrote down most importantly places to c and things to do..out of 50 I must.ve dun 5 at max..! L sad yes! But now I think I’ll continue it with settling n a new and still unfound life!
To be honest..from wat I’m reading I really really wish I had a friend like that man! (Cecilia ahern-where rainbows meet- the woman has written an entire buk on the basis of written communication between people, invites, news clippings, mostly email and chat conversations!) Though not as much..but yes..i have sum like that..the ones I’m referring to better know who I’m referring to! Dun make me walk to your door and beat u up for not getting it! (they’re there for vague talks to discuss life..whether its in the pits or screwed up romances or screwed up jobs etc etc..he he eh he not to forget nite long chats bout nutin!)
I think I shud stop mayb I just wanna ramble and talk trash for hours at a stretch!
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