Yesterday, a friend told me that he suspects I grew up with some sort of trauma. Here’s what I think.
Nothing special to report in this one. This is more like a journal of how I spent my yesterday. You can skip reading this.
Today I think out loud about alcohol, its effects, its aftereffects – both intended and unintended. And lessons in ego. And of course, book2.
I talk about life at a hotel, things I want to do in life and living in Goa.
I talk to myself about how I spent yesterday, about life in Goa, about the idea of home. Nothing special but an inane update.
Rant about how the world is being unfair to me. And how I would publish on a ‘Work With Me’ manifesto. You can ignore if you want to.
I talk about, well, morning pages. And I talk about music, films, people, ideas and more. In a nutshell, just another day 🙂