Teri Yaadein Aati Hai

Been a while I have blogged…

Life’s become busier than I had ever imagined for myself. I rush through the day like it’s a competition. I only focus on the job at hand, and can’t see why anything else would be important.

And yet, as I sit here at my comfort desk, in this office that I love, doing this job that I worship, thoughts come floating by from far far away. They hit me like a splash of cold water on my face and the whole world comes to a screeching halt.

With that, I am going to listen to Lucky Ali...

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Chitra Iyer said…
Lucky Ali! You still haven't gotten over him?!? Your old favorite!
11:42 PM
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