The more I see the less i know
the more i like to let it go....
There is always a first time.. they say. But at this point in time 'last time' seems more appropriate.
When I hurried this morning to block the last available IIIrd AC seat in Pallavan Express to CHennai on 13-04-2008 it seemed like the last time I would be searching for TPJ- MAS in IRCTC.
When I washed my clothes in bulk and meticulously hung them on the fence it seemed like the last time i would be doing it.Thanks to the advanced technology at home but Im surely gonna miss my washing stone.
When I packed my stuff this noon and stuffed them into my suitcase it seemed like the last time.
When my bathroom bulb gave way (n+1)th time today.. it seemed like the last time and i decided not to fix it this time around.
When I could smell the rain .. a respite from the summer heat.. i felt like it was the last rain and was reminded of the first rain
When I got a chance to drive on the highway in the dark... which definitely was my first time.. it still felt like the last time. Isnt it ironic
When I jammed on BIM street haplessly and cluelessly loud.. i felt like it was the last time
When I poured buckets of water in my sweet haven to beat the heat and repose in peace I really felt like it was the last time I would get to sleep like that...
Will this be my last blog during my time here?
