Thanks and a love story

Did the SCMM (half) and I really ought to practice a bit more. Full limping around here and there. And pretty pathetic timing.

But that is not the point. I would like to put thanks to 2 people:

1. P. Venkatraman – The dude behind the 3:00 hr bus. Thanks. For the last hour, all I was thinking was “follow the damn flag”.

2. Random dude at the Churchgate-Marine Drive junction – Thanks for putting the timing chip into my shoe. When it fell off my laces, and I tried to put it back on, I nearly fell. If I had sat down, I would have never gotten up. Thanks.


“Talk to me”

I can’t talk any more.

“Why don’t you tell me how your day was?”

I can’t.

“Will you at least sing me a song?”

No. I can’t.

“Well, how about sharing a joke then?”

No. I can’t.

I could paint you a picture though.

“Can’t you tell me your words?”

Why can’t I paint them for you?

“Because I am blind”

This entry was posted in a puppy dies in somalia, complete and utter bullshit. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s