Death By Chocolate

It is hard to believe that a man is telling the truth when you know that you would lie if you were in his place.
-Henry Louis Mencken, A Little Book in C Major, 1916

Imagine a box for chocolates with hardly any chocolates in it - filled with wafers, hard walnuts, black salt, some pieces of chocolate, some live pieces of coal, a few grams of black tar, a bit of confusion, a dash of disregard, a twist of excitement and the rest of the space as anger. That is what a part of my heart is right now. But I glad that I would only do what I find correct. I don't see that I have a right to be wrong but I see others who have a contention over that right. The rest of the part of course is chocolate.

I had a long and lovely time with two of my friends in the college today. We spoke, spoke and spoke. Then in the evening we went to Ohri's. It's kind of a meeting place for us - though we have many such places including college. I went to college today because I found it much better than staying home and sitting in front of some screens downloaded from the Internet. It's nice to have people around who are going to listen to us and to whom we find peace in listening.

It's many days now since I slept in the evenings. Once I spend some time on the computer, think about for a while, have some snacks and food in the evening I get fresh enough to keep myself going well till early morning. Yesterday I spelt after 3 am and while on the bed I was still wondering how much time it's going to take before the sun rises. It's ironic that I felt that because by the time I finally woke up it was 11 am. But there are bigger ironies - like the one I mentioned yesterday.