WEll writing here is kind of addictive, like starting a letter which will never be posted, so that you can write many things, things which don't seem to make any sense. I am so restless these days and when nor restless so despondent. i feel entirely deserted and I don't know by what or by whom, but it is a very undesirable feeling, and makes me
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By the way the monsoons are here, so, yep, it is not summer anymore. I love the rains.
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Monsoon season sounds lovely; you're very lucky!
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I can't read grey letters on a black page and even though I can highlight the words and all, the font is a little too tiny!! Care to make it more blind people friendly?
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Hope to hear from nyou more often now!
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Yes if absence of unhappiness is happiness, I must surely be happy!! :-)
Call me.
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