On the overdrive of rumour mill, I have been taken for a ride. But who cares!!! Did it deserve attention at all? Yes, for the ill-gotten and deprived peers. Someone's ass is on fire, I don't know whose.
This office is no less than the Hyde park where lovers made secret intrigues. Or much to the liking of the readers of Gothic romances, it's a bloody haunted place full of rumour mongers. A canard-spreading Frankenstein is on the prowl, ready to devour the innocent. Even Mrs Shelly's Frankenstein would have failed to match the ferociousness of this HT groomed monster.
But as sanity descends on me (which unfortunately most lack), my momentary anger vanishes. The game continues and I play my part, as a secondary actor on the stage. Let's see where it heads.
Nothing more for the day except the brilliant performance by Sachin.
Even P******, my palliative, left for Chennai. So I will now miss out on night-long call-phone conversations. That's how life is. Tomorrow, I intend to visist the book fair but to be fair i m not expecting too much from this place.
Rest for tomorrow