The last three weeks have been a blur. The end of this chapter. Come Tuesday, its Bom Bom Bombay again. Back to filling water in buckets early in the morning and saving it for the whole day. Smoking by my pretty pretty window. The rains. Plus an acute bout of joblessness. Its easy to ward off depression in a place like that. I could go all the way to churchgate and buy some old books. Or the smelly Versova beach. I could meet people. Find myself a job. Back to slogging my ass off. One stretch of painful ass-slogging and then blowing off money on a weekend. Parties that start at two in the morning. Parties that start at ten in the morning on an off day. Never getting bored of Marine Drive. All I need to do is get myself a job. Thats it. Then I am all set.
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