My Experiences
So there I was, looking for a movie that my friend Ramya had suggested me to pick up and watch. Oblivious to me things were happening around me… I was at my friends vcd shop and since I was searching for an older movie my head was dug deep in the scores of old movie cds.
I kept searching cd by cd when I heard it.
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When was the last time you cried? I do remember the last time I did it but something happened yesterday that reminded me of it.
I dont know if it was a grain of dust or an insect but on the way home something hit my eye. Well its not a surprise considering I travel a major part of my journey thru Mysore Road and Outer Ring Road. The interesting thing is that at that moment I was listening to a song that I loved. It is amazing how we relate songs to experiences in our life and this was one of those songs…
Its not everyday that you see someone dying and later hear that he is dead. That was the first line of my diary entry that fateful day, May 3 2005. For most of that evening I would have sold my soul to the devil for a pair of ear plugs. Read On