I woke up from a very elaborate complicated dream and I woke up with heartache. I love Arun.
In the dream I saw a lanky tall guy sleeping. Then I saw a girl who was working at a plush job and everyone accused her of not having studied for the job.
I saw two caricatured characters, an old man and woman, white on black, saying things like in a cartoon movie and them being voted as the best creations ever created.
Then the dream ended with a back-to-college kind of scenario where I thought about what I want to be. I woke up remembering how I had decided to be a journalist when I was 12.
I woke up rather late today. I miss Arun. But he has moved on. And I have to move on too.
Time heals everything.
I'm sitting in the Gazebo for two hours of yoga now.
I know that this will be an excellent day.
Today is Miso's first chemo session.
Pouring in lots of Daimoku for him and Arun.
Love,
Me.
8.57 am
Ps: Arun said my macaroons were from Iyengars but they were from Merwans... he didn't even know and he's lied to me so much. I'm done with him. I'm very very hurt by him.
9.21 am
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