(Forgive me for waxing romantic a bit here... it’s inevitable.. even the KTDC is waxing romantic, they have pics of semi nudes bathing in the falling rain all over the place.. that’s beaurocratic romance in Kerala).
Cold..Dark...The incessant sound of the unseen rain pattering patterns on the roof. Nostalgia sprouts on a mind left wet by memories of a distant childhood shower..and the heart finds peace knowing its home..
Rantings & Ravings
Moi..
- Machiavelli
- Hmmm...me..big question..phenomenologically am just a figment of your perverted imagination..poststructurally am just a bunch of contradictions..postmodernistically who cares anyway..psychoanalytically stuck in the anal phase and biblicall condemned to the eternal hell fire.. i think that should give you a general idea..quite a nice guy actually
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