Ma's birthday went quite well. Buo and Pa had a spat but all in all it was good with home food.
I woke up from a dream in the morning that I was talking to Shraddha Oza about her new baby. And then I drive a rickshaw with Shraddha Oza sitting in the passenger seat.
A white car grooves by turning, nearly missing my rickshaw. Then a lady tells Shraddha why arent you talking about other things and I tell the lady that Shraddha has a twin brother.
And then at some point after dwelling on the word twin I woke up.
I am feeling:
Happy
It's so funny how the feeling of love just disappears. Love then must be consistency.
I woke up in the morning and had three cigarettes. Then I chanted for half an hour.
I'll chant for another half an hour now.
I'll eat my breakfast and bathe and chant.
Love,
Me.
11.27 am
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