Hope. Is gone.
But then, Nietzsche calls hope a vile thing- perhaps, it isn't that bad that it has gone.
The other day, kept rat poison in the other room to kill a mouse in the house. It must have had some of that poison during the night. In the morning, as I walked into my bathroom, it was lying dead there.
After I read this mail, I put the dead mouse in a polythene bag, walked a 200 meters from my house and threw it away.
3 comments:
somebody needs lithium!
oh, oh, i know your red-indian name!!
it's 'needs-big-time-help'
:P
kya hua!? ek to na itni ambiguous blog posts kaun likhta hai?? and i jst realised ur blog is open to comments again.
@roadie: No, my real red-indian name is 'needs-a-haircut'.
And i did get a haircut just now, so now there's a single name cum red-indian name- Piyush.
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