Existential Absurd

That's me Mugdha with Mum I feel sisters really underestimate the love their brothers show for them through constant nagging and all those irritating moments when you want to kill us. This was the first Diwali without Mugdha at home. I have never missed my sister so much to this day. I am not getting nostalgic, but it feels ridiculously boring to celebrate the festival of light without the phuljhadi (live wire) of the house. Of course, if she were here , I wouldn't have felt a single thing.  I really appreciate that she and Varun came to our place for a few hours As for the phone, I am going to write a personal letter to Nokia India's head. (Some pics of Diwali and previous days)

I have been very unlucky. I always dreamt of having a very very romantic affair with a girl. I have day dreamed  ( and night dreamed ) all the possibilities and all the situations that I could have come across when wooing a girl. Of all the scenarios, the one I really wanted to do is wanting to write a love letter. Now, love letters may be a bit anachronic  in the times of texts and calls, but I always found them ridiculously romantic and a very intense way of explaining once's feelings (simple letters too, are great for the latter). So since I never found such a girl whom I would really like to woo and I have no hopes for the future , I am going to write a love letter to no one in particular , but to someone whom I call Vratika. To my cherished, It has been a while since you I asked your name and you walked away. Since then, we faced off twice and you ignored me at both instances. So I really had to do something to grab your attention .This is an attempt. But don't worry if ...