catcher of dreams, follower of logic amongst all things crazy
As a part of my Data Visualization assignment, I was puzzling with what data to choose that could be my own. It was like I was sending out a postcard to my friend explaining some data about my life. Here is what I chose :
Do you think of me in your obscure leisurely hours?Do you think of me when you’re tired? Do you dream about spending the…
I wonder if there was no one around to hear all the bullshit that comes out of my mouth when I’m drunk.
I was coming back from office when i read this at the back of an auto riksha. And couldn’t help myself but laugh a bit with my face packed so much that it could barely move. And i wondered. How true these words are !
Standing on the kitchen door, she sipped her tea, thinking. Her face was serious with emotion. Thinking about the…