Rain. Guitar. A warm cafe and a glass window.
Bangalore does look beautiful through these doors. I wish I could sit here always, let myself float and not think about all those amazing things I had planned and didn’t happen.
Hindsight is a bitch. Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.
Today I miss the girl that used to be me. At 16, when everything was a lark. At 21, when everything was an adventure. At 23, when I felt grown up. At 25, I feel a little beaten and a lot pissed and I really don’t like feeling this way.
Of course, the wiser ones will tell me that how I feel is absolutely in my control. But hey! I am only human… It was easier when I had a cleaner and a smaller slate… without so many conflicting ideas and ideaologies. Without trying to live the ideas that suit other people and they told me that it would suit me as well.
Okay I did not mean for this post to be maudlin. Violins bore me and they’ve been constantly playing in my head driving me mad.
Anyway… so if you are reading this, cheer me up and tell me of one funny thing that you know of or you think is funny…