old habits die hard

leaving in less than a week... to a new life...will make new friends...lose a few old ones...the ones which really dont matter in the long run...or whenever...the last few days have been ....have been... familiar??...i guess so....getting back to doing some stuff i used to abt a year back...like blogging...football...sitting at home...starin at the ceiling...strange...like im clinging on to my past...the egg will say that is never a good thing...forward,my friend,forward....i want to move on... i have wanted this for a long time...been through it in my head innumerable times...but its hard now...seems unreal... everything is going to change very quickly...is pissing off....exciting...unnerving....coz im not good with people..new people... scary... new habits...timetable....no bedtea...i like bedtea...no chaat adda...no cricket...no hazy discussions about football and life... i like my life...everything about it... gotta change my tastes....thats about it,i guess... then again....what if this is as good as it gets....what then?????????????????

Tuliburi

i love my niece....anisha....tuli...she is a bundle of joy....kaakoooo,she calls me....thats when i pick her up and hug her....tight...warm...not letting her go....i look forward to seeing her everyday...she loves wearing shoes...adult sizes.... she also wore my football boots yesterday...she loves being tossed up into the air...loves it when u blow gently into her ear with a cooing sound....hates going home...hates having her hair tied into ponytails...loves dancing....jumping around...laughing loudly....batasha....rum and coke... loves her "kaakoooo"....say a prayer for her....