I lead a very transient life. Without much of a meaning probably. I feel like a guy buzzing past on a sports car, when everybody is walking patiently. Do I really want this or do I just want to get out of the car? I wish I knew.
There is not much I can write. I’m weary. I’ll probably go sleep. When I wake up I’m sure a week would have passed.
Ramji
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