Back to Square One....

Thought of writing something today but I don't feel much like it now. After being scrutinized for more than a week by all around me, I still keep thinking that I'm being watched all the time. It's nice to feel like a nobody again on the busy Airport Road. Of course, once in a while someone comes along and takes me back in time and into some odd thoughts. I know I'm being silly and laugh at myself but it's a nice feeling.

If you go to Airport Road on a weekend, you'll immediately be struck with the change - it looks so relaxing and nice compared to the usual bustle that you can feel that even the buildings are on a holiday or something.

I was reading Elliot's The Mill on the Floss and it made me very sad in the end. I mean, there is nothing wrong with Maggie and I could feel exactly how she felt. I hate these Victorian novels some times - they are so much for virtues and conventions and all that....I'll always have my share of selfishness, envy and ....