I had switched off for a while today. I skipped work, I ate a lot, I slept for hours, I watched no television, I received no calls, I spent a whole day with the mother, and by evening, it felt like I owned a planet of my own, my own little world. And through the little contact I had with people via Twitter, I got to know that my grandmother's place was on fire. Like not literally her place, somewhere around. Whatever, my planet, my life, much peace, no people.
Oh I'm a total cricket freak. And I could stand on a single toe for it. So, the other day I was watching a match at 2.30 in the morning. And between overs, I was also catching up on shady horror flick. Trust me, I am a loser. I got so freaked out, I convinced myself one certain 'she' was around. Doing a little dance, white skin, boring dress, huuuuge dark circles, sitting cross legged looking at her feet in the balcony talking in Russian (is that even a language?). And the climax, when the clock struck 3. I RAN FOR MY LIFE. Ran to the bedroom and pretended to be dead. You know the whole 3'o clock ko evil spirits descend shit? No seriously, I'm a chicken.
You know the whole 'do something you'v never done in your life' moment? When one such moment arrives for me, I want to do something real scandalous. You-know-what-I-mean, don't you? I'v acted sober all along and that will continue, and hence the wish. You'll know if / when I am at it.
And the last thing for the day. I realized my life is way way way way way too simple, not complicated at all! (do NOT give me the dint-she-just-talk-about-it look okay? Your job is to listen.) Nothing controversial, nothing worth raising an eyebrow. Nothing worth approaching an agony aunt! Seriously, tomorrow when I become all famous and all and some sweet person decides to pen a book on me or make a movie, what the heck will the book have? like WHAT? It'll be such a boring one! I might have to buy all copies / tickets or make up a whole story to make it seem like a success. Sigh. You'll buy? Please?