धीरे धीरे रे मना, धीरे सब कुछ होवे;
माली सींचे सौ घड़ा, िरतु आये फल होवे|
– कबीर

Time appears to be the biggest joke.

It would seem like I would have a lot to say, but I don’t. Been to India. The new year is here. Have made some changes to the way I am going to approach life. Lots of effort and a semblance of normalcy.

When one of your best friends from a long time ago falls prey to an automobile accident, there isn’t too much you can say or do. Or maybe I don’t know. I tried staring at nothing. I tried drinking. I even tried dancing. Couldn’t move a limb.

That’s the third.

Moti.

May her soul rest in peace.

Thank you very much, everyone (including my parents and my brother!) who came to see me off at the Airport, if I missed e-mailing you about this.

Nothing else.

PS: It’s irritating, how everyone around keeps saying preventetive. They even put this up for possible public ridicule.

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