Bored... very very bored. It can only get better at being boring.
Bereft of all emotions, all desires, I keep ticking. I feel like a gear in the huge, unwanted machinery, which pretends that it is doing something exceptional, something other-worldly, devoid of any sort of emotional lubrication.
I feel like a robot, away from home, sans all inclinations towards companionship. The telephone has become my channel to the other world. Time and again, weak signals and hot/throbbing ear-drums tell me how vulnerable I am-- How vulnerable is my family, out of my view, out of my care, my vigil.
Falling in love with inanimate things was something I would have never imagined myself doing. Yes, I love my AirCooler. I love the taps. I love my kitchen and how it smells when I manufacture something edible.
"huh?"
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And Gym should be combine boys and girls when u see good face in morning then day will good and u remain fit till night.......hahahhahah then bore life become love life.......suddenly and u will enoy the pattern of life.hope i was wrong but morning walk is just necessary to explore the beauty of any place when u see people and mass ...........there out...............
as i too spend one day with you in Gurgaon to be just frank with u it is really borning in night.....and evening..........and person have to swept lot...........and no one there out.....................................gurgaon is the only place for family......................u must shift to some other sector..............
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