4 good things.

Dear Zonk,

Sometimes, when you look out and down from the 23rd floor, the rain seems to fall in slow motion.

In my office, there’s a patch of almost-grass that feels very real. And if you sit on it and work, nobody sees you.

Upstairs, there are beanbags, and beds. They brought our old guitar in today. And I sat there by the beanbags and played softly for about an hour and nobody noticed.

These are some of the things I like about life at where I am right now. These, and the view. The view is simply breathtaking.

There are also things I don’t like. But let’s not talk tonight about those. We speak so seldom anyway…

I swear someday I’ll change that.

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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