2 months pass

The postmen have been very busy. Letters here, there everywhere. First, there were bombs in Bali, and later, there was an Earthquake in Pakistan. Such sadness going around the world, and to work against such sadness is the duty of the postmen. Yeah, they go around giving letter, tokens of hope and distributing food, and gosh is it a tiring task.

But it is all in hopes that someday there shall be peace and harmony for everyone.

In the mean time, worldviews are constantly challenged, yet since that fateful day in March, it seemd that I have lost her, the only partner to discuss at length, the mess that is my head.

I want to feel free and happy all day, to expound my thoughts without reservations. More importantly, someone to listen to them. Peers, not people who need me. Sometimes, I need someone too.

Though the irony is that it is never really enough, is it?