Having to let go of yourself, to lose your identity, your blueprint is a hard thing. The things I have grown to like and dislike will change. I am not sure if I am capable of doing it. But I have to. I have to lose my joy for life, become kinda rigid, almost machine like. Another 12 years to go. Too many dreams have been broken and some yet to be broken to satisfy the needs of my time, I would rather say seconds.....too many things lost.

And this life, well, I have somehow grown to live a life of disasters and disappointments. They somehow don’t feel bad anymore; it’s as if I don’t care what happens…the often celebrated “Chalta hai” attitude seems to have crept back in.

Life it seems has taken the route of the “bizarre” like the eight stages of Love.

Current Mood: Nostalgic
Song: I'm an Ordinary Man (My Fair Lady - OST)