My stuff...

I read...
I walk...
I write...
I eat fruits...
I listen to music...
I think about lots of stuff...

I don't meet too many people...
I don't talk to too many people...

I basically hang around with myself...and I don't care anymore what the couples around me think. I smile at them when I see them passing me by, hand in hand. Nobody ever stops to chat but we recognise ourselves from the lift, staircase and little shop nearby.

At first, I used to be so conscious of them looking at me, wondering what I am to, again...

But somehow, these weeks, I have become totally oblivious about most things around me...

Anyway, thats it.

P.S: Ventured out to the city on my cycle again even though I had thought I wouldn't be doing anymore of that this week. Its a wild wild west out there...