Our new office is situated on a bustling street, right behind a mosque and beside a dhaba and every afternoon we let go of work as the overpowering fragrance of kebabs grabs us by our nostrils and drags us away. Sometimes I just want to stay back late into the night, reading, scribbling, ideating and going completely blind. Work is nice because I am usually very engrossed, very busy or very bored. When bored I delve into a book and as I hardly have the leisure to do so anymore, I forget the troubles of the real and let the letters wash over me. I quenched my rum thirst yesterday, it felt so good. But I woke up with a sore mouth and to a sleeping-like-a-baby O and a disgruntled self. Clockwork Orange bathroom, and consequently rushing through traffic like a suicidal mad person .
Happiness is also meeting the mad people in my life, spending Saturdays with the boyfriend, eating a Subway sandwich, sudden midnight cab rides, laughing uncontrollably while watching uncensored footage, reminiscing about college, taking Blacko’s trip and, of course the chic UCB jacket for free free free!
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