Rings of Smoke

Ae Ishq Humein Barbaad Na Kar

spanish

night classes till 1am for spanish are a major pain,of course,but studying a language can be very imtertaining at times.like today.
this exchange:
“donde trabajas, Monique?”   [where do you work, Monique?]

letter

constant reader,
do you listen to music?i do.a lot.except these days i watch a lot of movies and so hardly get time to listen to music.anyways…point was…music is a very powerful thing…it just grabs hold of you and mixes you up like you are being revolved inside of a washing machine or a grinder maybe and [...]

delirium

walking in the sun,ulysses felt a headache coming.it was a bad day for being walking.but then it did not really matter.in that noisy hot and crowded street,nothing else ever moved faster than a walk.not that he had any reason to hurry.after all,he was going no place.the heat did not bother him,but somehow the headache was [...]

welcome to the jungle

P.S. btw, its naween’s laptop…mine is a much heavier and uglier silver lenovo 3000n100/0768h2q. i am told they made 3 pieces of that model, one is with me, another is kept for demo in the company museum (section:how NOT to build a laptop) and the third was stolen by a thief from a showroom in [...]

reproach

there are many things i will have,
to say to you,when we meet next,
reproaches,recriminations,complaints…
 
i will,maybe,blame you,
for leaving me,for being in and out of love,
for your trust, which was like a weak candle,
snuffed at the first gust of wind,
maybe,i will tell you,
how i hate you for that
when the heart shrinks inside itself,
in the nights when the moonlight [...]

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