Drifting back to the city days, where the only thing common about my schedule was arriving late or missing the interesting events. They were so amusing that I had to combat my dizzy demons & urge them not to snore midway. I would be a wimp if I put any sort of blame on my lectures; for most are fun and not even compulsory. I might be even castigated for my stupidity in exams, but sincerely it don’t mean a thing. My only sobbing ululation was seeing same faces & places everyday, and I can’t deny the fact that I bore myself to monotony. Over here I can wish myself a good morning & completely mean it ~

This day was dominated by my friend’s love saga. Wanna hear it? See sometimes there’s no harm in love being a spectators sport. A modern story, chromosome X meets chromosome Y 4 yrs. ago, they chat on FB; barely meet 3 times during the duration for which scrutinizingly sums hardly an hour of face-to-face interaction. He rides 300 kms on bike to Chenganur. In the end everyone cries, hero & heroine due to their longings of heart and I weep because my ass hurts. There part was emotional, mine was touche. As aforementioned about this being a spectators sport, I was referring to you.

Later I moved onto Cochin to spend the night at the mercy of Masion House(Bdy). I vaguely remember about getting outrun by train, discussing about alcohol & giving suggestion not to visit Gujarat; beyond which I can’t recollect a single sin that I might have committed.