Very tired.
Had gone running near the pond last night. City lights melted into the dark waters. Reminded me of my head. Earlier this week, had thought of coloring my hair but decided against it.
I like to imagine my hair as the tapestry that would hold the memory of a place - a pond today, monsoon skies seen on a hill-top, white curls of a river you raft through...
Anyway, the other day I had gone to my friend's house and I collected a few of her college notes. Can't imagine someone throwing them away.
My mother's health is still delicate. I wish she got better very very quickly.
Had gone running near the pond last night. City lights melted into the dark waters. Reminded me of my head. Earlier this week, had thought of coloring my hair but decided against it.
I like to imagine my hair as the tapestry that would hold the memory of a place - a pond today, monsoon skies seen on a hill-top, white curls of a river you raft through...
Anyway, the other day I had gone to my friend's house and I collected a few of her college notes. Can't imagine someone throwing them away.
My mother's health is still delicate. I wish she got better very very quickly.
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