Coffee and the cigarette. For some reason I need one every single morning. They pair so well together like the blinding white light rays bouncing off of that plain piece of rice. I never would have thought that drugs really make a difference in the way I live, but they do. They control the way I live. Its like a girlfriend that is always on your back telling you that she needs you more and more and more. When I wake up in the morning I think about having a coffee, how awake I will be for my first period class, how easy it will be to focus versus being dead throughout the day. But when I don't have the coffee in the morning, I feel more human. More capable to go through my day a little more normal then the rest of the caffein cravers. And then there's the cigarette need. But screw him, that shit gives you cancer, so when I don't have and I don't smoke any. I wish to become detached to the creations that man has made to increase our needs in a negative way.
Ultimamente cerco di convincermi che non esiste una soluzione per il mio problema. E non sono sicura di aver ragione. Ho una vita bellissima, ho sempre avuto che volevo, sempre ottenuto quello per cui lavoravo. Da piccola il mio sogno più grande era andare a vivere altrove, vedere il mondo, essere in un posto più affascinante perché tutti dicevano che le cose nel mio Paese non andavano per il giusto verso e che all'estero si viveva meglio. E alla fine, il mio sogno si avverò. Non c'era persona più felice di me. A soli diciotto anni, da sola in un Paese straniero a vivere la vita che ho sempre voluto... ero felicissima e piena di entusiasmo, piena di amore per la vita e convinta di poter conquistare il mondo.
Ma quando gli anni della mia adolescenza sono passati, mi sono svegliata tra due mondi paralleli... due vite contemporanee che non sono destinate ad incontrarsi. Non fraintendetemi, sono tutte e due delle vite stupende e non potrei lamentarmi di niente, ma loro sono due ed io solo una. E mentre io sono qua ad organizzare le feste con i miei nuovi amici, il mio amato e tutto ciò che ora fa parte della mia vita, a più di 2000 km, ci sono i miei genitori, tutti i miei parenti e i miei più cari amici con cui sono cresciuta e che nessuno potrà mai rimpiazzare, che vivono con entusiasmo la magia natalizia, ma senza di me. Secondo voi, una soluzione c'è?!
So Ross comes back to his old office after a year. Things have'nt changed much since he left. Except for the water body beside "Cafe Coffee Day". It now has some fishes swimming in it. A live aquarium sort of. Something more valuable is meeting with his old friends, one from college and one from school. His real good buddies, they are! From times of passing exams together, to days of buying that first adult cd! Fond memories are everywhere in Ross's mind ! Raj staying very close to this new office, is bringing back some fond memories to Ross. Days when they used to spend a lot of time playing Fifa 2006 in Raj's computer. It was one of those times, when life had so less to worry, and more to fun. Also the days when they used to explore different unknown places in their silent peaceful hometown. Again, Ross feels like going to Raj's place. Maybe they can play computer games once again! Although these days both of them are working as software engineers, but the question is, will it still be possible? Why not? Well, there has been some turbulent times in their friendship and they are like seeing each other after a break of around 7-8 years. In between, they have been in touch, but there was some resistance in their hearts. So what happened to them? Maybe a look back in time could help!
My day is already rolling before I fully awake. I drag myself to the place, with slippers on my feet and bed hair over my face. The police officer asks me if everything is alright, and I put my hands in the pockets of my robe and stretch my arms as I shrug, "Everything's just fine, sir." There is a curious window on the other side of a shrub that I manage to bring myself to. It is a beautiful little window, far more ornate than one would expect on such a drab building. I step on the bucket and pull my eyes up to the ledge of the sill. When my eyes gain focus through the glass I see things that I was not meant to see. Things I can't un-see. And those in the scene that I have seen see me seeing them and they run for a door. I jump down and dash to the shrub, throwing myself haphazardly over the top and landing on a row of trash cans. I pull myself up from my wreck, and walk casual. "It appears I've lost a slipper," I whisper as I walk, with an eye tracking my bare foot. The officer sees me again and says "are you sure you're okay?" I nod with exaggeration and say, "Yes, I'm fine," and to put his mind at ease, "I'm a writer."
Is there anything better than art?! I think of every single form of art, not only the art as we define the artist's work. Art is loving somebody, art is picking up your childrens from school, art is crying, cooking, swimming, i could continue to infinity.. But the best way of art is the nature. It does amazing things... Have you noticed the autumn colors... how does it do it... it's almost supernatural, incredibly beautiful... incredibly silent .. incredibly calm...