Sunday — 08 Shawwal 1425 — 30 Kartika 1926 — 21 November 2004
There is anger and then there is hatred. The former is what I felt when my cousin didn’t pick me up after promising to do just that. The latter is what I felt when my cousin dropped me one mile from the bus stop after promising to drop me at home.
There is another word – satisfied. That is what I felt while eating a huge amount of spicy deep fried meats. And then there is another word – full. That is what I felt after finishing my food.
And then there is another word, sublime, that is the feeling I got when I lay in bed while listening to Tchaikovsky.