Back from hols. People tell me I look radiant. Radiant? Well, I am mopey, not feeling well and sniffly. I guess post holiday depression is not very visible,

An interesting hols. I didn't fight with anyone as is my custom. No random flareups. What does that say about me, I don't care. They know I love them endlessly. I tell them that often. I love my parents, my sister and my most beloved dog. It frightens me how much they all mean to me.

Pyari, the dog who lives downstairs, she gave birth to puppies. One of them fell ill. She died in my hands... It was very frightening. To see the life pass like that. I had bad dreams for a few days. There was nothing awe inspiring. The puppy threw up, peed and died. Undignified. Return to Chaos. Life is the miracle. Death is just simple. Return to what we came from. One day I shall go. My heart will stop, and everything I think and the person I am learning to know will just stop. End program. Stop the wheels. Full brakes.

Having said that, on the flight back I was not afraid. I was just bored. Someone once told me they're not afraid of flying because they wanted something to happen. An experience, even if it did lead to death. I secretly thought to myself, that their life must be quite empty and tired that they would not want to return to it. This flight, I almost found myself wishing for the same thing. Has my life become empty and tired? So soon?

Well, I am back. Dearest Bloggy, I've missed writing in you.