a blurb
do you ever get the urge to stuff your knuckles into your mouth and gnaw at them till they bleed? i have moments of uncontrollable anxiety that makes me flail my arms about unconsciously, but i wouldn't call myself a nervous person. if anything, i feel i might be too detached from my feelings. no matter how much i cry, a numbness persists, hovering slightly off-centre from the middle of my forehead.
this evening ed and i played a game of badminton with our 3 dollar racquets. out in the driveway of my penitentiary-style apartment block, we yelled and hooted as we smashed the shuttlecock past each others' shoulders. after 9 months of being alone in this god-forsaken city i finally have a friend again. sometimes i like to annoy him by childishly asking "babu, are we best friends?", sometimes over and over again.
to which he usually replies "yes" in the most patient tone.
in hindsight, this year has been kind to me.
this evening ed and i played a game of badminton with our 3 dollar racquets. out in the driveway of my penitentiary-style apartment block, we yelled and hooted as we smashed the shuttlecock past each others' shoulders. after 9 months of being alone in this god-forsaken city i finally have a friend again. sometimes i like to annoy him by childishly asking "babu, are we best friends?", sometimes over and over again.
to which he usually replies "yes" in the most patient tone.
in hindsight, this year has been kind to me.