Astronomy again.

Stargazing again.

It's been quite some time now. My poor Asterope had been gathering dust.
So, I decided yesternight that I shall have to go upstairs.


And therein I saw the most magestic heavens ever displayed to me. It was a power-cut in my area when I went upstairs. Around 9:40 PM.
And here are the list of things I saw:

SATURN! Which appeared to spin like a top!


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VENUS! Which was too bright to understand...


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ANTARES! Red and red.

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M8! And it was blurred.

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M57! And it was funnily done.


And that's the end!

Being Lost

I have been alone. For a lot of time, I have been alone. So much so that I have started loving it. It has been something for me. I feel as a companion... to Loneliness. Paradoxical? Maybe. More so, I have this claustrophobic constriction when I am with people.
Even my best friends, in one room would create a psychological wall. I wouldn't want to talk to anyone.
That's why... maybe {as I once said to one of my blogger friends here (let's see if that person can remember!) I was a peripheral drifter (or maybe that person told me... I really don't remember!) in parties}

That previous line should tell you something about how inanely twisted and random my thought-process has become..
I have become a hungry shell. Devoid of my writing abilities. Tormented. Tortured. My pen... ah it's... incomplete. The sentence.
Although, the blogosphere was a respite. I don't know. I really don't know. I am becoming random. Too random. Volatile and random. Et cetra. That.

I ask you, my dear citizens. Am I mad? Or am I just so volatile that.. I indeed do not know what I am.

What am I, my readers? What am I? A dilettante?


I was asked to write this, by a good friend of mine.
Thank you.

A walk.

Alright people. I know you've been anticipating my next chapter. But, unfortunately, my main comp. went kaput. {No.... I was not tinkering with the hard-drive's diskpartitions! It wasn't me. At least... not directly....}

And, I had been... going around with a heavy heart.


Which explains what I was doing all alone in the Lake... when everyone seemed to be having fun.
Just me, though. Music in my ears, as I walked the stretch of the Lake. Trying to walk away all my fears, my lies, my monstrous habits.
And then, I find myself, a week later surrounded by people I know, and I trust completely. Those that can never break me. I walk, feeling very safe, very honest, and very benign.

Talking about a mutual friend who was following us with her sister, I open myself, finally. I am a doubtful person... always. And a good strong friendship with people, I've always wanted. However, deep rooted bonds are very painful to fish out once they are broken.
But, it was natural, to say the least. A natural... conversion of sorts. And she understood me... for what I was.

And, we talked a lot about our mutual friend... one of the few soul-friends too, incidentally.

And we talked.

The long flyover passed beneath us twice with ease... and then the goodbyes as I retreated to my house.

Which does not explain why I couldn't remember what she told me about him when he asked me today, two days later.
Heh...

I am a weird person.