Yes, thats my room. Its not very rare that the sun is at that angle and shining so bright, and it invariably puts me in a melancholic mood. Not that I dont like gloomy weather. I love it. Especially when I play football. A slight drizzle, and a breeze caressing your sweat-ridden jersey. The other room you can see there is Mr. Ajit Sandilya's; he's an institution unto himself. i felt like a barbarian when i stepped into his room the other day. Hmmm... I wonder how long these little pleasures of a carefree life will last. sniff sniff.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Yes, thats my room. Its not very rare that the sun is at that angle and shining so bright, and it invariably puts me in a melancholic mood. Not that I dont like gloomy weather. I love it. Especially when I play football. A slight drizzle, and a breeze caressing your sweat-ridden jersey. The other room you can see there is Mr. Ajit Sandilya's; he's an institution unto himself. i felt like a barbarian when i stepped into his room the other day. Hmmm... I wonder how long these little pleasures of a carefree life will last. sniff sniff.
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