Listening to Sting - Fields of Gold. This song gets right through you - through the barbed wire of your pretence, hypocrisy, insecurity and fears - and touches the very core of your soul. On its way back it pauses at your heart and gives it s oh-so-gentle squeeze, and at once you feel pain and at once joy. Fields of gold has moved every single time I have listened to it. (I am playing it for the third time in a row now!).
This lazy-hazy saturday afternoon I am stuck between Poe and Dean koontz. I had bought 'Complete work of Edgar Allan Poe' in Bangalore and Koontz's 'From the corner of his eye' from Landmark chennai... my confusion is, I love poe (Remember Raven?) but I want to read Koontz so that I can learn writing modern fiction (he is pure genius but only after Stephen KING)
No lunch today. No dough so am living on biscuits... it is strange you know, the way I blow my money... Ok some more coffee to kill the hunger... it is really like a freaking mouse in my tummy man! well have a nice weekend bud! That's it for now.

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