Unchained... melody.

In stark contrast to the timlessness of goa, life is moving on.... and at what pace...
Time stood still... and picks up...
People are met and avoided. Friends new and old.
Promises made and kept. Promises made and broken.
Birthdays, a neverending string. Gift shopping. Incessant. Futile. Blah.
Speculation over levels of copulation through the sweltering summer. Futile. Blah.
Marathons for a cause. Me Mumbaikar, Me Marathoner.
Speculation over the rapidly increasing temperature, cursing through the course. Futile.
Habit. Static. Boredom.
Self administered minor hair surgery. A trim so to speak. Futile. Blah.
And still time goes by.
Another year, another birthday, older but none the wiser.
Another year, anotehr challenge, chance, change.
Another year I expect to pass me in a blur of conversation, lessons and memories.
Another year gone by faster than the rest, never ceasing to end but over with a bang.
Another year in the life of...