Friday, December 6, 2013

00:35 IST
Downstairs Room with Table Fan, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India

I need to tell my boss that I need time to make the documentary. I want to offer working part-time with him. What if he refuses? I still need to tell him. It doesn't feel right not doing it. He is a nice, honest man. As honest as the tiny black ants marching home. Let's do it. Met the big boi today. He's a big beefy man with light, brown eyes and a flop of hair that falls on his forehead. His eyes are as still as the calm before a storm. When he laughs, they disappear. Tiny slits appear in its place. I really like his company, and I love my tiny hand in his big, warm hand. Makes me feel safe.

Hugs. Good night :)