writing form a cyber cafe at Laban, Shillong. it's 5:41pm and the weather is a fine cool one...and extremely enjoyable.
i'm having a great time reading books, watching tv, eating great food and roaming around shillong...it's awesome..
ok ..enough, now shall i say the truth??
the weather is fine..so is everything. but my mood is not. i just hate myself. having mood swings..and i have become so lazy that today i was not even feeling like thinking...it's weird..i find myself tired of reading books, watching tv and sleeping.
what does i want man????i don't know..(and the bad thing is that i can't even kick my own ass)
2 days ago i was scribbling down my book at night and i was in blue. helpless..thinking about her..and why does it happen to me(everyone thinks so, na??)..
and suddenly a thought occured to me..
if blue means depression or sadness why are blue films called so??
i even managed to find some answer..but that i'll write later..(the book's not with me..and my memory..worse than a floppy)
anyway, my lazy ass is getting more lazy...and i think if i manafge this rate..a sloth will reach kolkata for me..