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For People who actually care:
Cricket World Cup 2015 is here, Valentine’s Week is here and so will be the Mid-Semester exams. AAP has won Delhi by quite some margin. The Winter chill is almost gone. It is 02:30 AM in the night and there is a puppy sitting at the end of my dormitory maybe looking for a late night snack or he is trying to find a cosy corner to spend the rest of the night. I am listening to Vicar in a Tutu from Smiths. “…I am a living sign,...”. And as I write this final message here, I sense an urgency of sorts which only deepens as I think over it. I do not know why this bothers me, as this is regular purgatory that we do so often in life that we do not even pay keen attention. Cutting to the chase, if you are not a regular visitor here, this happens to be my last blog post here. I was going over the posts which I published in the past and God they were embarrassing. I deleted some, put some on a draft to be edited later but kept most of them the way they are. I know I do not want to be judged but I want justice to be done to this place. An archive of all my stupidity and innocence. It only makes me laugh and cry at the same time that this blog is as old as my engineering life. I do not even know what to write. Maybe my eyes are getting too heavy.
Just to put it on record, I love you. Nah, not you silly, the blog. Justice done! Poetic Justice.
S: Why is the snow white?…is it because it has forgotten its color?
H: I don’t know why snow is white, but i think white snow is beautiful.
The Far Fetched 