I am going to make myself a nice, fat sandwich. Put lightly fried sausages in between slices of bread already dripping with cheese. Then I am going to devour it. I think I'll have some black coffee with it and stay up the night watching mindblowingly great short films.

I did exactly that.

And listened to a fabulous album. (Thanks, Srin.)

So can I stay here with you till the nighttime
I've fallen sad inside and I need a place to hide
So can I stay, here with you, through the nighttime
I've fallen so sad it's true, now won't you take me to your room

Constant state of conflict. Unnecessary, often.

I was packing yesterday. Started putting things higgledy piggledy into the new, bright red suitcase. Then flattened them out, neatly folding cushion covers into perfect triangles. It's not sinking in that I'll be leaving home in two weeks. I used to be really really excited about the prospect, but I know I'm going to miss Ma, Baba, Didu, Radhe terribly. My days of pampering are over.
I'll miss a best friend from school because she has been there through thick and thin. I knew I could always always fall back on her. She has never ever given up on me, she has never judged me. She has loved me, bickered with me, but been with me. I can never thank you enough Gapuch, I hope you know how special you are.
You know what, if this starts sinking in now,and if I start over thinking, I'm going to end up miserably depressed.
Let's be positive: I have so many things to look forward to, so many things to learn, so many places to explore, so many new things to do! Plus loved people will be around! I just  hope they love me all the same.