Glad to have you here

Well, this world sure does know how to keep my blog alive.
Or at least Sindhu knows for sure.

So here you are, randomness straight from the lab.

1. I used to appreciate eating chicken wings. Now I don't.
2. I haven't charged my cellphone for two days. I'm going for the record.
3. This blog is no longer a 'few hundred words', it's 'a few hundred birthday wishes'. Psych.
4. My yellow shirt tells you what cool looks like when I wear it.
5. I thoroughly dislike not working fast enough, yet it took me an hour to type my thoughts out on this.
6. If you don't already know, I like coffee better than tea. If you still don't believe it, I might have to spell it out for you.
7. I've been thinking hard to write the six things you just read. This one was an easy chip.

There ya have it, folks.

Whatever this means...

Thought recollection didn't give abhas1 a hard time. He was hooked on to it like people on nicotine. What proved to be an adversary, though, was his contribution to some of those thoughts, which seemed to do what gasoline did to a hostile flame.
Menial jokes were acceptable to a certain degree, but laughing it all away and using speech as a spanner in the works didn't quite help. In fact, uncontrolled information coupled with confusion went its way to spew protectiveness, completely uncalled for, and the perception of such events as something ranging in the positive range could only be contemplated by those with somewhat of a myopic vision.

Abhas1 kicked the door open and draped himself in black.
After a little talk with the man in the mirror, he realized this was better off not being thought about.
A slight apology would do good, though.

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You didn't get a word I said, did you?
Yeah, I was bored, too.

Blah?

Well, it's that day of the year again; the time when you light up the night sky with fireworks and blow stuff up like it was in Iraq.

Blah blah blah, Happy Diwali and whatever.


Blah.

On a personal note

Remember the seventh of November.
The day when truth saw no light,
yet was crazy enough to please, it might
continue still to linger on longer
like a bumper sticker's adhesive - stronger;
the day when possible it was
to possibly lie
and make people feel
like they thought otherwise;
the day she apologized
for something she did,
perhaps it left her demoralized;
the day she took her words back
maybe now
she wanted us back;
Remember, the seventh of November
the day I remembered V
and made poets gathered tremble;
the day I saw her eyes
like a man from December.