Dear Zonk,

I got home at 10.40 tonight. And packed. I leave for Bhopal at about 11pm tomorrow and I have a ton of work to get through before that. And after. 

Change is stressful as hell. And I’m just not equipped to deal well with stress, or change. Things look brighter than usual tonight and I feel lighter. And a little bit woozy. Never very nice signs, these.

I wonder how other people get through these things, Zonk.And I wonder if it makes me a failed adult – the fact that I can’t. 

Goodnight, Zonk. Sleep tight. Don’t let the darkness bite. 

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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