Dear Zonk,

Change happens at alarming rates these days. It makes me nervous. Because, you know, I am a dinosaur. A dinosaur with a death wish. The one that stood still and cursed the Universe while meteors fell around him.

But things seem to be working out anyway. And I really did plan to explain more today but I’m lazy today and distracted. So I’ll be back tomorrow.

So, I’m off now. Do check the random advice today. It’ll be up in 5.

Love always,


Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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