I have unread books piling up. I have taken up a herculean task of catching up with 30 years of reading back log. I have finally managed to get over my mental block of buying books. Books lie unattended. I feel bad for depriving them good company. I wonder if I even deserve to be in their company when I seem to do them no justice.
Have been working on applications for residency in the United States. This process has been very long and tiring for me. Some people I know have been closely associated with this. I wonder how long they will hang on to hopes and dreams. Mine that is. Some times just for their sake I hope this works out for me.
People don’t make sense to me. How do they get by with their hypocrisy and spinelessness.
Relationships are worse. Move in with me because I want this to work makes for a really awkward conversation. I like my space so much, I wonder if I can have my own apartment when I do decide to commit. Am I chicken or he is just not the right man, I wonder.
I feel lost when it comes to Indian politics. Enough said!
I have joined a language course that is completely ruining my command over other languages. This is not how it was meant to be.
And this isn’t me ranting. I assure you. 🙂