I think my heart is broken…

I think my heart is broken… | February 25, 2010

These last 58 days has been one frickin’ rollercoaster ride. From the Ashok Nagar Agraharam to the now, Bangla Mae that I’ve become. For someone so deep rooted in my own thoughts/culture/family/city this is just a sea of change. My heart, I suspect is broken into a million pieces. I don’t know what or why. I am suddenly so peopled out. But they just. wont. go away!

As far as coping up? I can still see light at the end of this tunnel. I hate my rose colored glasses. Now where the hell are my grey ones?

Before I forget::- Thank You God, for those rotund beauties you made. Rosogullas. I thus drown my misery.

Tootles.

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Those rosgullas are your rose tinted glasses They are painting a rosy picture for all of us! Come lets go home! I was just reading my friends home away from home post.He’s in the US NCSU .He’s a TamBrahm just like us missing home.And 2 other Tam guys Arun and Srinath are helping him out.Its because of the mutual hom away from home feeling that they are able to feel at home.So lets drown our sorrows in the mutual home away from home feeling and experience bliss

Comment by Maithreyi — February 25, 2010 @ 16:05

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This blog post is close to my style, as far as the feeling goes. Content : vastly different. Wear grey glasses/ rosy ones it really is up to you.

As long as the soothing light at the end of your tunnel isn’t just a freight train coming your way…

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Comment by batbrat — February 25, 2010 @ 16:13

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