Saturday, January 02, 2010
Cheers, my good fellow.
It's like being in a glass of champagne. You know the pretty beige at the bottom, where bubbles rise in a sparkling display of cheer and weightlessness? Not that. It feels more like I'm lying on the surface of the liquid. The part that no one looks at, which is turbulent and full of bubbles bursting all around me while I try frantically to miss all of them. In the hope that I can escape and figure out why something that is celebratory, and deemed by the world to be absolutely wonderful, is threatening to burst a bubble right under my dainty little ass and shoot me straight off into the heavens.
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3 comments:
I can totally identify with this post!! I like the way you have worded it :)
Hi ,
While going through the blog "Bill Of Lading ", accidently came across link to your blog which velu had read .
Must say it was a nice accident . What a pleasant surprise . Never new you could write such nice and deep (?) things :-).
That may be because like your parents we also think of you as six year old !!
Priti Attaya & Kumar .
this is one of the things you write, that makes me come back and read again and again :)
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