hello...my hands are aching from too much of net surfing...m gonna sleep now...long day tomorrow..delhi is still hot..the rest of the world can freeze in snow and flood but delhi will be covered in sunshine 24/7....

by urban death i mean the lack of natural greenery and blocks of concrete biuldings,the pressure of making money,the traffic and the people in delhi.. not to forget the abominable autowallahs...the weather...the ambitions that you carry in your heart....the constraints that makes it so tough to let those very dreams materialise...

i cannot sleep at night cuz thats when my day begins..and since i work as cabin crew, my work timings are so weird...one lousy day begins at 4 in the morning and sometimes at 12 midnight...so the chances of me creating a regular bed time is almost imposible...i love to read ,imagine travelling to all those faraway nooks and crannies i only can read about...yes my smoking goes up when i am alone cuz it keeps me company..not that i need company all the time..i cherish the times i can be with myself...there are days when i feel so claustrophobic with people milling around all the time and passengers making demands like it is their birthright...

my head rite now feels like it is about to explode..my job is shitty ,that is the mildest word i can use to describe my disastisfaction....it keeps me only cuz i need money..my dreams of becoming a designer has gone up in smoke since i tried but looking back i didnt try hard enough...

i am tireeeeddd cuz i am a lazy cat n sleep calls me like a longlost lover...adios