tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post8024761188523431152..comments2024-03-29T17:19:23.201+05:30Comments on Compulsive Confessions: Don’t be alarmed if I fall head over feeteMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12716202062654957842noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-24676375386425246862011-05-05T15:41:02.774+05:302011-05-05T15:41:02.774+05:30I am reading your blog for the first time, because...I am reading your blog for the first time, because a friend shared a post with me. I started browsing through it, and I love your honesty!<br />This blog specially is something I relate to, and I feel, but I am not sure if I can ever be so candid to tell the world my story!Richa Guptahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07815624533741691338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-62969144125779007412011-01-07T16:02:21.462+05:302011-01-07T16:02:21.462+05:30Reading through your posts. Extremely fresh with a...Reading through your posts. Extremely fresh with a devil may care attitude thrown in for good measure. Liked a lot. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01250263689847989237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-30635318038533720342010-12-13T17:12:08.127+05:302010-12-13T17:12:08.127+05:30I am in Delhi too. Winter is relief its not summer...I am in Delhi too. Winter is relief its not summer, fashionable, depressing, everything. I loved those lines.They help me suck it up and deal.Great post!Y?https://www.blogger.com/profile/06620094813504471438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-49403926502503573492010-12-04T02:55:44.371+05:302010-12-04T02:55:44.371+05:30It's so frustratingly difficult to leave some ...It's so frustratingly difficult to leave some place. There's the discontent of the exile, and the memories, o god, the memories. I've moved myself, possibly permanently, out of the country, and I don't miss it all that often, I'm not sadistic enough to miss pain. But there are golden afternoons I remember, with a lake shimmering and its green water reflected in the scorched whiteness of an apartment three hundred feet from it, gin, nicotine and time passed.<br />I miss the sunsets you get in India. The way the sun turned into a fireball and then faded into a skinned orange transcending the sky was so achingly beautiful. Delhi in winter has such a pleasantly violet and faded scarlet haze at twilight. In New England it's just a dead satin sky.<br />Ride it out, it's your call. I just hope you can be happy sometime, whatever that means. At times it's worth to live just because it's life. At times.Rohanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15788970854775804701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-27678130078551566362010-12-04T01:56:08.583+05:302010-12-04T01:56:08.583+05:30Hate being dependent. Cool post.Hate being dependent. Cool post.Irehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02225452291299150178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-65599332140244322712010-12-04T01:30:07.408+05:302010-12-04T01:30:07.408+05:30f**k. i think i needed to hear that line. you cant...f**k. i think i needed to hear that line. you cant get anywhere if you're dependent on other people. welcome back CC. this post read well and felt good.the mad mommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14535453643548976883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-73246400711811581022010-12-03T20:58:54.677+05:302010-12-03T20:58:54.677+05:30precise and hits the spot. thank you for reassurin...precise and hits the spot. thank you for reassuring me that I was not the only one thinking that way.Luciferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09022554424277909916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-85297727689271843742010-12-03T12:43:27.575+05:302010-12-03T12:43:27.575+05:30Ah..Ai am coming back after about a year I guess.W...Ah..Ai am coming back after about a year I guess.Writing is well on its way back to hitting the nice old flow you had circa '08..( Maybe its the break up...You seem to thrive on turmoil, put cruelly)<br /><br />All luck on your move to Delhi, my friend. May 2011 herald the return of the one who strted it all..!Pinochyohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08145240733957717090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-42278087056211644452010-12-01T10:35:23.062+05:302010-12-01T10:35:23.062+05:30Homesickness is switching to marlboro lights from ...Homesickness is switching to marlboro lights from classic milds,to packaged red tea from Darjeeling brew.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13767710777664319222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-76488312803085431652010-11-30T20:23:12.708+05:302010-11-30T20:23:12.708+05:30i'm lonely too. let's be lonely together.i'm lonely too. let's be lonely together.scouthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11306107849154230545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-52191486319005514042010-11-30T16:02:41.239+05:302010-11-30T16:02:41.239+05:30"But, but, says the small voice inside my hea..."But, but, says the small voice inside my head, I’m so lonely. And I tell it to suck it up and deal. This is our life now, honey. This is what we have, and now we figure shit out."<br /><br />Oh, I can so relate to that!!! You're such a trooper.Luciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11093660147044137130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-19579509585841998162010-11-30T15:27:31.663+05:302010-11-30T15:27:31.663+05:30okay! where would the similarities end?
left my ho...okay! where would the similarities end?<br />left my hometown in 2007 for not so homely adventures. n now am back home. <br />age also smwhat similar :P<br /><br />though am nowhere in my professional life vis-a-vis you!<br />and your posts are an inspiration to keep going with interesting things in life!<br /><br />Keep up!dreamerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04674168693899364380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-48359311097238184482010-11-30T15:04:26.519+05:302010-11-30T15:04:26.519+05:30felt like reading an indian version of satc. only ...felt like reading an indian version of satc. only there are two cities for carrie to brag about :pAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-76022819995204426052010-11-29T21:47:24.814+05:302010-11-29T21:47:24.814+05:30you can’t get anywhere if you’re dependent on othe...<i>you can’t get anywhere if you’re dependent on other people.</i><br /><br />needed that. love the post.Mannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13589937312421657009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-44741233074185195132010-11-29T19:41:33.493+05:302010-11-29T19:41:33.493+05:30Throw in a alien country with a alien language and...Throw in a alien country with a alien language and I know exactly how you're feeling. Home is what we make for ourselves; emotionally, physically and mentally... and then being able to sit down and look out and smile, even if your alone. Happiness is sure to follow then.lubzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04339684121250593227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-14059306552764814862010-11-29T19:38:33.287+05:302010-11-29T19:38:33.287+05:30This is a lovely post! To discover old notes stuck...This is a lovely post! To discover old notes stuck to dairies is always a surprise for me too! Brings back the memories of times so different from now, yet, so close to the heart.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382033.post-52934682752108231022010-11-29T18:48:08.826+05:302010-11-29T18:48:08.826+05:30"Happiness is what you make yourself." T..."Happiness is what you make yourself." That's so true. I wish it were easier to put into action.<br />I totally agree with you about the twilight thing. It used to happen to me too. It's weird how the concept of home keeps changing within us. It's got so little to do with actual geography.<br />Lovely, thought-provoking post :)Cyniqueenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09407963948441525826noreply@blogger.com