Don't care much about the routine life. Dad always says and mom used to say, too, to find happiness in the day-to-day living. But what's there to look forward to, except the experiments and the 5-minute sex acts? The mundane details...I hate it.
In Pondicherry, it's never that way. That place is dynamic, there's no need to confine yourself to one place, one activity for a long time. The place is spiritual, with art galleries, convents and monasteries. Walk down a deserted street, and you will catch a concert, an author reading his recently written work, an amateur drama group rehearsing...
And if you're a keen observer, you can spot me sunbathing, wishing for a home in this city...or if not that, at least a yacht, flaunting in the BoB waters...
Friday, August 25, 2006
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