sheets of rain slashing across the humid air...two good ol' friends...2 cups of earl grey...the background score of rain against asbestos muffled with fragments of conversation spiced by random pop music..the perfect setting...conversation seemed to flow easily and smoothly like the earl grey in my hand...we spoke about life, got nostalgic but at the end would inevitably return to our love-hate topic: W O R K...we didn't want to discuss work but yeah, would ultimately find ourselves talking with such enthusiasm, excitement, hatred this minute and a fond memory the next, a complaint this minute and a memorable moment the next...we just never seemed to have had enough of it...2 good ol' friends from college...had so much to talk about a year back and today all we discuss ever is work..the stunted conversations have become as natural as breathing to us now..are we dead intellectually?or are we moving onto a phase of existentialism?i think not.we at least have some vigour left in us even if it is limited to only work..guess that's life after 22....
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Welcome to the REAL world. It's all the red pill :))
And welcome to blogging. Hope to see frequent activity here :)
The blue pill.. makes it all better. :P
U'll love the adult world as much as you'll hate it and then you'll probably die confused about it. But hey where's the fun, if you aren't.
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