Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life. – Mark Twain.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Long back I wrote this . Today my mom went to an astrologer and she asked something for me. He said it will never happen. I am heart broken though I try to convince myself he cant possibly be correct, he is human after all that he cant tell my future. My dream is gone, there is no mystery. I am never ever going to any astrologer ever. Idiots. That's what they are. Nobody is telling me what I can do and what I cant.