There is something immensely satisfying about stalking random people on Facebook and trying to speculate about the juicy details of their boring lives. It's especially fun when the person being stalked is a know relationship cheater and you stumble upon a supposedly innocent conversation made public on their walls. I am not pointing at anyone, just saying. Merely indulging in a bit of early morning musings. The weather outside is beautiful. I discovered a flying (huge!!) cockroach in my bedroom and am a little scandalised as to what that means about the reach of this disgusting creature into my inner sanctum.
I hate cockroaches. A statement that JUST doesn't get said enough. If you guys have any valuable solutions, please drop me a message. I have tried EVERYTHING under the sun to get rid of them. They just keep coming back.
Anyhoo, roaches aside. Life has been pretty exciting recently. I am trying to start work on a proper work of literature, but I think the blog has sucked the finest out of me in it's first year. (Please don't be laughing at that statement, it would break my heart!). Or I just don't have any sadness left in life. It is said people express themselves better when they are sad or in pain. I haven't felt any triggers to write recently. Brain running dry.
I have been watching brilliant things on Amazon Prime and TV. Discovering a new side to the Fitzgeralds with Z, an Amazon Prime program about the life of Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald. I tried to read This Side of Paradise post that, I think I am going to give up on it now. I am now watching Genius, a National Geographic show about the life of Albert Einstein. If the series is to be believed, he had a genius wife as well, who got caught up in the life of a mum and housewife to do much with her brilliant brains. I just realised, both these series have the same theme. The woman giving up on her dreams because she fell in love with a guy and decided to settle down. These producer guys are trying to make the most of the feminist sentiment while they can.
While taking a break from This Side of Paradise, I finished reading Old Man and the Sea. And picked up An Atlas of Impossible Longing. All this while I thought it was another Arundhati Roy book. Turns out it isn't.
I should probably start getting ready for work.
Till something pops up in my head,
Naina
I hate cockroaches. A statement that JUST doesn't get said enough. If you guys have any valuable solutions, please drop me a message. I have tried EVERYTHING under the sun to get rid of them. They just keep coming back.
Anyhoo, roaches aside. Life has been pretty exciting recently. I am trying to start work on a proper work of literature, but I think the blog has sucked the finest out of me in it's first year. (Please don't be laughing at that statement, it would break my heart!). Or I just don't have any sadness left in life. It is said people express themselves better when they are sad or in pain. I haven't felt any triggers to write recently. Brain running dry.
I have been watching brilliant things on Amazon Prime and TV. Discovering a new side to the Fitzgeralds with Z, an Amazon Prime program about the life of Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald. I tried to read This Side of Paradise post that, I think I am going to give up on it now. I am now watching Genius, a National Geographic show about the life of Albert Einstein. If the series is to be believed, he had a genius wife as well, who got caught up in the life of a mum and housewife to do much with her brilliant brains. I just realised, both these series have the same theme. The woman giving up on her dreams because she fell in love with a guy and decided to settle down. These producer guys are trying to make the most of the feminist sentiment while they can.
While taking a break from This Side of Paradise, I finished reading Old Man and the Sea. And picked up An Atlas of Impossible Longing. All this while I thought it was another Arundhati Roy book. Turns out it isn't.
I should probably start getting ready for work.
Till something pops up in my head,
Naina
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