Sunil has indeed gone somewhere.
Sunil is now in Chennai, the city of bad sewers and really bad lodges.
Sunil can't sleep at night because he misses his parents and friends. Yes, even though he is 30 years old.
Sunil can't sleep because his bed is infested with bugs and other creatures of the night.
So Sunil comforts himself with some new books and old port wine.
Yet, Sunil is lonely. Tired. And a bit melodramatic (which is why he is writing like this).
Look at him, savouring one last moment of triumph in Trivandrum. Searching for the meaning of life in a can of Pepsi.
Silly Sunil.
11 comments:
Hi Man.....
Amazing Photo...Really GREAT....
I love the post....
hmmm...
i think you were the one who liked to be lonely...
anyways...the look seemed more like a sneer...; as if challenging the can of pepsi to withhold the power of the "golden" coloured liquid in the glasses and the bottle.
also, even the Silly Sunil writes well. So keep going at it.
ha...ha....ha...
i will mail your blog id to your parents...ha...ha...just jokin
dont keep waiting for people to keep pushing you to write...
chennai puts no restrictions on writing.. infact i think it makes the flame go brighter..
so keep writing!
Sunil,.
"When Zarathustra was 30 years old, he left his home and the lake of his home, and went into the ,mountains. There he enjoyed his spirit and his solitude,"
so have Solid Solitude
Cheers
:)
hmmmm....
this time Sunil seems to be the Sleeping Beauty...
Wondering which prince would wake u up....
whoever it be, hope it happens fast, as i miss your writing....
:(
Not prince. Princess
NO,..Prince
Ha Ha
Keep writing yaar..........
I'm waiting...
Kya Yaar , kidhar hai, RIP VAN WINKLE
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