23:46 IST
Big Dining Hall, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
Between the last post and now, I have wanked, worked, travelled, lost my belongings, fallen in love, seen fantasies come to life, cried, stuffed my face, talked beautiful thoughts, packed up, bid farewell to beautiful people and left my comfort zone. Now, I'm utterly disoriented, disillusioned, disenchanted, and almost disgusted at self for doing such a thing.
So here I am. Back in Delhi. The city of my firsts - hazy sight, cowdung smell, honks for sound and dust for touch. Circle of life. Back to where it all began. Bah.
Today was spent sleeping till noon. Woke up and walked to Gold Gym. No Pain No Gain - goes the tagline in bold gold lettering. A beefcake instructed me to do the workouts. Treadmill + crosstrainer + weights (too heavy for me!) + too-many-stomach-crunchies later I was red-faced and ready to go back to bed. Walked home. Lunched. Slept. Up. Sipped coffee and bantered with the sisters (two bright bulbs in my mostly dim existence). Emailed prospective employers for a prospective employment. Dinnered. Walked. Now, on the internet again, writing you.
I promise I will try to be less irregular. You are after all, the only continuous proof of my pointless existence.
Big Dining Hall, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
Between the last post and now, I have wanked, worked, travelled, lost my belongings, fallen in love, seen fantasies come to life, cried, stuffed my face, talked beautiful thoughts, packed up, bid farewell to beautiful people and left my comfort zone. Now, I'm utterly disoriented, disillusioned, disenchanted, and almost disgusted at self for doing such a thing.
So here I am. Back in Delhi. The city of my firsts - hazy sight, cowdung smell, honks for sound and dust for touch. Circle of life. Back to where it all began. Bah.
Today was spent sleeping till noon. Woke up and walked to Gold Gym. No Pain No Gain - goes the tagline in bold gold lettering. A beefcake instructed me to do the workouts. Treadmill + crosstrainer + weights (too heavy for me!) + too-many-stomach-crunchies later I was red-faced and ready to go back to bed. Walked home. Lunched. Slept. Up. Sipped coffee and bantered with the sisters (two bright bulbs in my mostly dim existence). Emailed prospective employers for a prospective employment. Dinnered. Walked. Now, on the internet again, writing you.
I promise I will try to be less irregular. You are after all, the only continuous proof of my pointless existence.
