I am not a tweeter nor a booker. I am a blogger. So here goes my way of expressing my innermost and most sincere thoughts as I woke this morn.. Looking hot. Looking desirable. Thank you for being there for me. You give me the boost I need to make my day. I am too bored of uploading a picture but I will tell you who I was addressing. My cup of Masala Indian Chai. These days it appears that a person's heat index is what defines their facebook worth. My better half sometimes indulges herself to see what amount of entropy is being generated amidst the ether by her peers who are wandering parts of the planet with garments that may or may not define their true personality. Then the commentary that follows from other peers and opposite gendered ones is something profoundly insightful like - Looking Hot! Cannot believe you are a mother! etc. With the onset of summer et al I find the heat too stifling as it is so I am going to go and relax with a c...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!