A girl walked past while I sipped tea, she was barefoot. Apparently she never wears any footwear...never ever. I don't know her name...
The stronger black pup continued to bite the other one with the cyst. The brown pup with the cyst is dead, or so they say. Mishi also almost died due to a cyst in 1994. Seems like a long time ago.
I look at my hands and wonder if future is ugly too. Someone had told me in 2007 that I am doomed with live with them. Something, somewhere is rotten inside.
The chai gets cold, I continue to sip it. It doesn't matter. I am still new to tea, started only in 2006.
A plan forms in my mind, a plan for a trip. Alone, like I always used to enjoy, seems like distant past.