This week has been quite an eventful one:
- I wrote a poem on that one topic on which I've wanted to write for a while now.
- I learnt that I can get back home, a hot Starbucks with whipped cream and the cream would not have melted.
- Hugo learnt the 'stay' command.
- I got a call from this really big firm, saying I could start interning there, the next day onward.
I like to evaluate, from time to time, where I stand in comparison to my desolate, ill days not very long ago. More often than not, the results of this evaluation leave me with a raging fit (which, I believe is an absolute entitlement of the once hospitalized). But then, there also come along weeks like this, with an assurance that the wait for a prettier horizon is not a long one.
Or, simply put, just like my darling Hugo, the happy days are about to learn the 'stay' command!
Or, simply put, just like my darling Hugo, the happy days are about to learn the 'stay' command!
What started me off as reading out of curiosity had me reading right through. You do have a singular way with words which is reflected in the profound meaning behind them. Particularly liked the sentiments of Therapy, Dadarchya Baika and the spirit of Just Yet!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, stranger, for this lovely comment! :)
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