There are few things I can say right now.
Except that the weather has caught me off guard; it's pretty pleasant for a Bombay afternoon.
And that my bed is a sea of disconnected things, like phones and bedsheets and demure books hiding behind pillows.
The Sunday is what it usually is - lazy but restless, comfortable but painfully lethargic.
Nothing I can do will change that.
There are few things to say.
The afternoon is slipping from under me and I know that in a second it'll be dark outside.
Except that the weather has caught me off guard; it's pretty pleasant for a Bombay afternoon.
And that my bed is a sea of disconnected things, like phones and bedsheets and demure books hiding behind pillows.
The Sunday is what it usually is - lazy but restless, comfortable but painfully lethargic.
Nothing I can do will change that.
There are few things to say.
The afternoon is slipping from under me and I know that in a second it'll be dark outside.
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