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I am tired. I am always tired these days. My sleep debt is way too much. I don't feel fresh or happy at all. I want a break. I seem to want a break always. I want to travel. I want to see places. DAMN! I am not sure what I am doing right now. I have tonnes of work and can't seem to get much done. I have deadlines to catch up to too!


I hate my job right now but need the paychecks. I want to write more and more. But that is not happening either. I am not sure why I am saying all this. I am stuck in a pathetic situation. Everyone I met yesterday at the fest have finally planned to do what they want to. What stopping me now I have no clue. I just hope I see a light soon.


Ignore me if you like!
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  1. Himanshu3 March 2009 at 01:57

    hmmm...why don't u marry sooner than you want to? would be a refreshing change I guess :P

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  2. Nikki3 March 2009 at 02:07

    @ Himanshu

    Sigh... [:P]

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  3. Sujoy Bhattacharjee3 March 2009 at 22:03

    Listen to Gary Moore.....loha lohe ko kaat-ta hain :)

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  4. iggy5 March 2009 at 09:52

    Love you :)

    <3

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  5. humanobserver9 March 2009 at 12:02

    Don't worry Holi is coming :)

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  6. Rashmi Yadav10 March 2009 at 14:55

    i love u banno.....nd u didnt meet me at exhibition.......[;() sigh

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  7. Nikki11 March 2009 at 16:09

    @ Sujoy Bhattacharjee

    Thanks...

    @ Iggy

    Love you too!

    @ Human Observer

    Hmmmmm holi means holiday!

    @ Rashmi Yadav

    We partied later na? Muahs....

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