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That corner of the room, I always sit, painted green and yellow, gives me a happy bliss.. A crescent moonlit night, I see your face, on my closed eye-lids. I feel an invisible faith, Giving me a constant assurance “It is not over” you say… reading my mind like a extremely clear X-ray. When did all this start? How can I listen to myself? Without breaking my heart I wish I could explain It’s your ego driving me insane. I feel not anger, but dissatisfied This way I make my ego A thing that died. I want to loose myself in a painting Giving myself an abstract existence Helpless, I watch you... That corner of the room, I always sit. Painted green and yellow Gives me a happy bliss.

If I were to think back of the most distinct memory I have of Patti, it would be of her laughing hysterically sitting on the sofa, watching a black and white Tamil movie and screaming out my name, asking me to share the joy she found in that (ridiculous) joke on Sun Tv. I never ever remember finding any of those movies funny. I only remember her laughter. Her laughter was contagious. There were these numerous other times when she would empty the entire concoction of coffee into milk and laugh to herself claiming what a funny being she was! well, to me, she was perfect. For the 18 odd years I have lived with her, we have laughed, cried, abused each other, but not once in these years have we ever lost faith in the other. Everytime I fought with my father, I would scream saying my patti and I will move out to a separate house... and she sighed claiming what a stupid girl I was. The most curious person I have ever met, some afernoons, instead of sleeping, she would spend her time reading H...

They always told me that life was a rollercoaster..But nobody said that the scenes surrounding the rollercoaster would constantly change. The more I think about life, the more confused I get. For me, every month is a pattern. Ten days I get happy, ten days I get sad, five days I get silly and six days I get confused. Even though this pattern is repetitive, the events are unique. Each month has something new to smile or worry about. Like this month I spent the first ten days thinking about the good things that happened in 2010. My dog was at it's best behaviour. My bank account was relatively heavy. An old lady smiled at me while crossing the road. I got a new haircut. Painted my nails red. Spoke to a distant friend. Went out and had a good drink. Then came along like a spider, Jan 10. Suddenly I felt like I entered a new room. It was white and I got struck by lightening. The days got colder, My dog become stubborn. P became sick. Z become busy and rude. S ...