In small squares of sticky paper, we write notes to ourselves, it's a private conversation deemed irrelevant with time and isn't that our existence?
Even English has become a gamble, I don't know what constitutes English anymore.
Customer care is the long-winded way of a business telling you they don't care.
We can't handle it when someone says they don't do the conventional thing. It bogs us down because we spend our whole lives chasing after the conventional and the material, then comes Bill Gates or Einstein who completely demolished the equation of the road to a perfect, happy suburban life.
"Bade bade deshon main aisi choti choti baatein....hoti rehti hai" ( In big countries, little little things like this keep happening)
The moment I made the decision, I regretted it. It was only natural that I did. If I were writing a book, I'd have given you a long build-up, a chapter dedicated to how I came to the moment at which I had decided that a gap year was a must. But this is a blog and you'll be bored soon, might need to scroll through your newsfeed or look at a new Instagram post of your favourite celebrity. So I am not going to waste your time and mine.
The choice to take a year off, smack bam in the middle of a full year of studies, my Master's degree nonetheless wasn't easy or even pre-empted. But it was a decision I had to make when I was pushed to the brink of my patience. Some would call me crazy for doing that. You must be wondering, a blog should start with an introduction of sorts. But I have never been one for introductions. In fact, I am very bad at them. I am not trying to be arrogant. My name won't matter to you unless I have met you and if I have and you're close enough, you can recognise me from the first sentence.