It's not the first time that life got me in its python grips choking the force out of me. Can life take life? We call it murder or suicide. I have been slapped by life many a times but fought back. For the last few days or may be last month, I have been battling several stages of bad health. I have struggled with fever and office work, and gym workouts. Add house hunting to it.
Shifting came with a price of breaking my back completely. I felt desolate when I realised how few real friends I had, in this world. How guys would take advantage if they were helping you. So I decided to help myself. I totally blew my puritan lid off one day. In one day I became promiscuous under the strong influence of antibiotics, antihistamines and vodka. I didn't know what started when and ended when. In a pub, in a room, in a car...late night, head dizzy, mobile lost but thank god no damages done end of day.
My parents arrived shortly and I am again on the detox mode trying to bury the memories of a scandalous day in a long lost graveyard.
I am looking forward to tomorrow. A normal day at office where I can say, "hey I am back" and at gym where my physio will take care of my troublesome left knee.
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