Have lost the desire to write, or read a thing, to think without a purpose, to venture out without any intention, to while away time at a chai shop, to watch the people around me, to love, to hate to be passionate, to be angry, to be vociferous, to be silent, to be irritating, to be irritated, to be bothered, to bother someone, to enjoy on my own, to stay all alone, to know something new, to hear someone’s point of view, to realize that this has unwittingly turned into a verse, to appreciate that things can’t be much worse.
