the best thing about living a connected life is that i leave pointers to my memories no matter where i go or what i do. there's my blog, twitter, facebook, orkut, gmail, my texts, and occasionally (but not connectedly), even my diary.
somehow, it always feels good to track back and read my old memories. in fact, it's probably something i can do as often as i feel like, and still never get bored of. i wonder why. it's not like all my memories are happy, funny or even worth remembering. it simply feels nice to go back.
reminders of how far i've come, and yet how i essentially remain the same.
reminders of the people who have come into my life, stayed there, and occasionally, left.
i guess i'll never have to worry about entertainment when i'm old. i'll just have to read "the collated writings of kristopher noronha" (provided it's small enough for me to physically handle :D)
tipping the scales
i turned 36 a few days ago. it was about as low-key as turning 35 was last year: i went to work, got home, cut a cake. and just like last ye...
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doing the same thing over and over again, no matter how well you do it, is bound to get boring eventually. the real fun is in doing things...
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i turned 35 earlier this week. the celebration was a quiet, relaxed time with shruti at home - and for the first time in my life, i also wen... -
it was a summer weekend. i was walking around in belfast. it was pretty hot, so i had taken off my shirt and put it away in my bag. as i was...
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