reminds me of Tereza's dreams in Milan Kundera's book (Unbearable lightness of being) :)
Didn't finish reading that book, Atul. I quit reading Kundera because I found it too depressing. Perhaps I'll take it up again.
Undefined is superb. I absolutely love it.
Thank you, Christa.
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Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me.
May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.