This blog is for all those friends of mine who touched my life, unknown to them and have a lot to do with what I am today... P.S: Even though I seldom say it (maybe never, in some cases) I love you guys..

I'd like to tell you about this girl who is a complete mess. She thinks she hates the world and how badly it sucks, but when she misses it she realizes it - she loves it. She thinks to be emotional is to be vulnerable and so hates herself for it. She seldom calls people, is a pathological anti social. To her bliss is her bed, coffee and a novel. Tell her she has to slog her butt off and she wont blink an eyelid, she will revel it. But tell her she has to meet a dozen people over the weekend and it is her worst nightmare come true. She doesnt remember birthdays, anniversary's, even now many nieces and nephews she has! But ask her to rattle off history or trivia she loves, and she can go on for hours. She frets over her weight, her height, her unfeminity, and quickly forgets she has to do something about it. Memories are her fetish. But she wont tell you how often she remembers you. She wont tell you she misses those days, when things were uncomplicated, when life was just beginning and we werent running, running like there is no tomorrow. She likes the run, but she loved that stillness too. Too fiery, too tart, too closed to let her guard down, misandrist sometimes, feminist sometimes..indivisualist always..confused mostly..wants a son like Calvin, commitment phobic, wants to adopt a child. Agnost..atheist..theist..self involved, procrastrinator....shopaholic..bundle of extremes..ultimate dream to publish a novel..
But above all, what these 25 years have made her realize is that she loves it when she makes a difference,she loves her friends, she cries when they cry, she cries when they are happy, is fiercely protective of them, will do anything for them, and they mean they world to her.. Yours truly.. Love you guys