strange day


It was a strange day. A whiff of a strike and the city shuts down. It forces me to ask for help, it feels nice to get it. Started the day with a nice dosa and lemon tea. Ending the day with kappa and mulaku. Started the day in bright spirit. Started the day reading a nice short poem forwarded by a friend. Déjà vu again having read something similar earlier in prose and wondering about it. In between, saw a rainbow after a long time. Walked in the rain a little bit. Laughed with friends. Helped some people prepare for a tough battle, thankless job. Tried solving unsolvable problems. Listened to endless problems that are turning my hair grey. Ending the day in a massive headache.


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