Me in annoyed mode, blowing off steam after a nightmare of a journey home (06th November 2009)

All the stopping, really?!

Sometimes no matter how much you love someone, they just don’t love you the same amount back.

My abbreviated adventure at sea comes to an end.

It’s nice to laugh at our deperate past experiences in the avenue of love. This is a love story which can be an obvious mark of desperation. It has no definite ending. I just had a vivid sketch in my memory. It is exactly opposite to the pace of usual love stories I’ve read. Ideal love stories have happy endings; this story is on the contrary.

My Grandmother told me of the stormy night when she met my Grandfather.

An Introduction to a story I’ve been working on for a long time.

A short-short-short-story about a guy on a bus.

When I met him, I thought there was nothing I could do but admire him from a distance…

Just my interpretation of something we take for granted…