The day had come that saw me on the move again. I did not feel like stepping out of the house though I was up early in the morning.
Love to walk; hate to see pests on road. I took bus like the previous term, telling tales that it was raining as if I bothered about drenching in the romantic heartbeat of mine.
I made no attempt to sing like usual though I sang as beautifully as the crows; I no longer practised my upper body dancing like Ricky Martin’s grandma to loosen myself. That was no mood for anything.
How many people smiled in sorrow? I laughed.