I think of growing my hair long and the next day I cut them short..
I start my day with plans of doing loads of meaningful work in my office and shelve off those plans after checking my mails in the morning..
I eagerly wait for the weekends to make me feel better and Sundays become restless and boring as ever..
I sometimes think of writing mails to her but then I don’t even properly reply to her mails..
At times I feel homesick and miss my mom but I don’t speak much to her when I am at home..
I wanna drink whisky when I am having beer and I wanna drink vodka when I am having rum..
Clothes, mobiles and cars don’t excite me anymore and I think of reaching Himalayas for sure..
I promise myself of blogging more often and I don’t write anything so often..
I decide to get married this year and married folks remind me of benefits of being a bachelor..
I think of calling my friends tonight and I postpone those plans as its late night..
I dream to live my life to the fullest and I fear of waking up as the dawn breaks..
