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Have you ever been so tired that the moment you reached home after work, you dropped dead on the bed in your jeans/work clothes and woke up the next morning with no idea about what happened the day before? It has been sort of happening with me... I am waiting for the weekend now... Hope you guys are good... :) Keep smiling...

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"Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido."
- Pablo Neruda, Poema XX
"Me and you, we got more yesterday than anybody. We need some kind of tomorrow."
- Toni Morrison, Beloved
Sonnet 106, her favourite:

When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And for they looked but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing:
For we, which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

Sonnet 138, my favourite:

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue,
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told.
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

Too much art today. Thank you William Shakespeare.
You see me, but you don't.
I am here, in the centre of your visible universe.
You won't try to understand, but only assume, the purpose of my existence.
It's not that difficult.
All conversations start with a 'Hi'.
No, I'm not a man taking a shower.
I'm fixing your fancy fountain, fixing the centre of your visible universe.
- Adityajit Singh Kang
Today was a holiday.
What is a holiday?
How can one be so precisely accurate about what should be done on a holiday?
I am confused.
Ever confused.
So I shall sit here in bed and stare at the ceiling.
I am listening to music
I hear drums in my left ear and the guitar in my right
But the vocals seem to be coming from my bones
More precisely and accurately from my sternum.
How can I ever be sure?
- Adityajit Kang
It's like:
1. I want grandchildren!
2. The woman is impregnated.
3. Woman thinks "What the hell did I get myself into?"
4. Hurts like hell to have a baby.
5. There you go! Here's a tiny human! Take care of it!
6. I don't know how to raise a child, so I will use the same method that my parents used to raise me.
7. Thank you my son for giving me a grandchild... When it is actually the mother who carries it for nine months.
8. Cycle repeats again.

You decided,
I know!
You decided…
To not indulge in 
Sniffing cocaine and snipped off hair; 
Penetratively excavating alcohol from my belly button with that stubborn, scaly tongue; 
Gilding your digits on the leather I wear;
Fingering my insides for a sight to dilate your pupils; 
Training your consciousness to disable antennas that once worshiped my vocal chords. - Adityajit Singh Kang
They used me

But I feel like a drug

Or a cigarette

Or a bottle of vodka

Interchangeable with tequila

They only talk to me when they need me

To consume me

To feel high

To momentarily forget their worthless lives

And feel stable

To feel secure

They use friends

Like an object - Adityajit Singh Kang
4 June 2013

There is a monkey that comes to the site of our accommodation. Everyday it successfully manages to slip out one food item or the other - chapatis, bread, chips or sandwiches. This makes the cook raise his arm holding the chopping knife and scream at the top of his lungs, "I'll kill you one day!" But today, as I sit on the roof of my hotel and watch the day light dwindle into darkness, I notice movement in the woods 100 meters away - a troop of approximately 15-20 infant primates; playful and happy.
Their mother has brought them two slices of bread.
Not everything in life can be quantified, measured, explained or defined. Sometimes, things are the way they are.
My shoes: Terribly Torn & Tattered. A lot like the tough times in life they got me through. The miles I've walked in this pair of canvas, rubber soles and shoe laces - Only we both can understand :)
As I sit at the edge of this lake, moments of silence surround me - My heart has found a companion in its unwavering stillness and unknown depth.
With you, in times of darkness and isolation - I cannot be. It's not my responsibility to make you happy. Smile. For yourself.
Underneath the external appearance is beauty - Unseen, Unknown and Undiscovered :)
I looked up at the sky and saw how it's azure shades changed to grey. I guess change is the only constant thing in the world.
"You know, I dream sometimes about flying. It starts out like I’m running really, really fast and I’m like superhuman and the terrain starts to get really rocky and steep and then I’m running so fast that my feet aren’t even touching the ground and I’m floating and it’s like this amazing, amazing feeling… I’m free, I’m safe. Then I realise: I’m completely alone. And then I wake up." - Summer Finn (500 Days of Summer)
House spiders don't seem so scary anymore. However, I am not sure what my reaction to a tarantula would be.
Yesterday, a friend asked me - What would you do if it were your last day on earth?
I said - I'd like someone to just hold me while I take my last few breaths. I want to die in a group hug.