Interruption

Sometimes, like now, I wonder why do all of my posts seem like confessions, venting-out, anti-depression self help guides. There has been no actual employment of an effort to make it so. Does it necessarily imply that I remain vexed all the time? Am I like this pathetic vermin who has no other better job in the world than cribbing?  See, I am treading that line again.

Well, let's make a conscious effort of not being so. Let's try not making this forum a discussion about the anxieties (sexual or otherwise) of my life. Like right now, I feel very light and buoyant. You know where I actually derive this buoyant feeling from? Getting down to specifics, it is that plain texture of the cloth on that perfectly plain and tender torso. You know, the feeling you get when you see a very casual loose shirt worn by someone who has a flat stomach, a well, not well-built, formed chest, so that the shirt does not fit tightly on to him but hangs loosely around his body. It's like he has quietly and secretly slipped into that shirt without anyone getting to know about it. That shirt does not show protrusions of the body. It's just a flat, smooth coverage of the body. That's what makes me very buoyant. Weird, no?

Yaar, why do they have to come in at inappropriate time?

Chalo...Baad mein.

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