Thursday, May 08, 2014

Somebody teach me Haiku, please.  

I've got news that I want to disperse with that. 
The kind that has made my tummy churn and upset my mum. 

Delhi has been the glue that held my testicles together. I can't bear the thought but all good things come to an end. My association with this city is numbered in days I can count on my fingers. 

This year is apocalyptic indeed. People moving out, relationships falling apart, UPA (most likely) exiting and I, leaving for Mumbai. 

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