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Two Missed Birthdays, Some Sweets and a Great Song

Life is a little strange now. At office the load is much lesser than it usually was just about a month back. It's true I miss both my daughters (they are not real, but that you can guess), but other friends and avocation keep me busy.

Today was the birthday of one of Lali's friends. She's pretty, nothing gorgeous and glamorous, but eye catching. The kinda person I am, well, never mind. So I had every intention of going and 'wishing her'. Yes, I had to put that in quotes, because I just don't go to only wish a girl on my own. Things go from one thing to the next, and sometimes too quickly for me to keep track of. Perhaps Lali understood this and simply said that if I go and talk to her, she won't talk to me! She's sweet and the last thing I want was her to throw tantrums when my days are going quite okay.

This picture has absolutely no relevance to this post, in case you are wondering. :D


The other birthday was special not really to me, but I don't know - my mind is blank, so will skip to the next topic.

During breakfast this is the second time I saw another girl I like - one with a boycut. She dresses simply but there is something in her that makes her stand out. True - beauty lies in the beholder. But wait, she ain't beautiful in the standard sense. The jolie fille is. In any case, I will need to get in touch with her, real quick.

Work - nothing to talk about. Really boring. The same old mundane meetings, escalations, this that - practically everything is there that is capable of putting you to eternal sleep. Yes, it's that boring and fatal - both at the same time! Today the biggest ray of light was this song. I heard this beautiful song in the beautiful morning! I am not sure what Paradise is but must be something similar. Or perhaps this is the lack of sleep talking.



Reached home and promptly recorded a couple of songs. Gotta shower again. Take care folks.

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