28th.may.

wouldn't we have a life outside the box; the bricks and the walls? i don't know. i don't know. nobody knows.

the sky and trees look beautiful through gaps- you know how they put gaps in between intentionally... or the artsy bricks with intentional holes in them. holes was not a funny word. why do we have to take things otherwise? i don't know, do you? am i talking to myself, or you, or my words? i don't know.

i enjoyed going out today.

my friend calls herself blind, which she isn't. but i am glad i got to see her face and know that her eyes were perfect. it was kind of a relief to see her alright. i saw her friend today, i hope he doesn't think i plagiarized his thoughts. i do that don't i? write about everything that happens-- advertently and inadvertently. i always say i plagiarize from God. but now, in this case, i am defenseless. even though my intention was not to steal. we had tea... it was wonderful, the place called Goethe Institut Dhaka. i actually would have to write an Event for Ice Today about that place if i had joined Ice a month earlier.

i miss having a job. shh...

i saw krishnochura, i stared at them while picking up kashfia, during our ride to Goethe place and while we were there. krishnochura gives off a beautiful feeling... i have so many fond memories about walks, krishnochuras, conversations and philosophypolitics.

i miss tanjima, her old house, the roof... i miss going to english classes with her... i miss walking...and our rickshaw rides.