"Yeah, but it's 8:42 right now, I'm not twelve yet."
Today's been a day where little things have meant a lot and their occurrence throughout the course of the day has led me to happily forget the million little details that normally annoy me no end during an average day.
I'm sure there are several details amiss in the masterplan but the lights have always been brighter on the second of May. My only regret (and one that has been mounting with every year that has gone by here) is that I'm not home today. I have a feeling that the atmosphere at home this evening is going to be just that little bit lighter, the smiles will be just that little bit broader and the love will be just that little bit more heartfelt. I'm sure the talk (when it eventually happens) will at least partly be about how bad everyone at home feels that I haven't been home at this time for four years in a row now and I'm not saying that that's not genuine. It's just that even if I could peep through the window of my own home and look inside right now, it would mean the world to me.
Och, well. Whatever will be, will be.
Happy Birthday, Tom! May your smile light up a million lives. :)
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I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.
- Eashan Ghosh
- India
- I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.
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