So today when I took out my clothes and folded them and stacked them in my naphthalene scented suitcase, I thought that maybe life will figure itself out too-in neat folds, in crisp pleats, lined with smells of last winter.
When I combed my hair today, holding the ends tightly while letting the comb scuffle through the knots, I thought that maybe life was sorting itself out somewhere.
In jumps and falls.
In tsk-s and sighs.
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Because I love this somuch. And you told me not to *like* it on FB :P
macro perspective: you are feeling down
micro perspective: you are experiencing a reality tunnel
I like the imagery. And sure, it would be really neat if 'life was sorting itself out somewhere'. We all need that somehow, don't we? :)
You should post more.
erm...packing OCD? (yes comment ta FB theke jhapa)
seriously though, posts like this and others truly make me visit this blog every once in a while.
@aruni: thank you :)
Hey, I have packing OCD too. *highfve*
Also, generally life does sort itself out, but we can't exactly be passive observers, you know? But then, I don't need to tell you that.
You seem to be delivering messages perfectly through short and crisp blogposts.... nice :)
so love your posts... crisp, vivid, and beautifully depressing.
the 140-character twitter can take a hike...
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