The warm summer wind was caressing me as I walked along the shadowless footpath, making my way to the usual haunt. The heat sapped me, made me lose my bearings. Yet, I survived the day and made it back to my abode, only to be shattered by a vile fever. It was deja vu. Wired up with a tube, the hospital room my companion. I was in a different hospital in a different city one year back. Similar conditions. Felt pretty bad. Got discharged yesterday. Found myself too weak to go in today. Went and bought a copy of the gita translated by an Englishman. The only other translation available seemed pretty bulky to me. Maybe I should start reading this for some inspiration.
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Well. If I lose my memories one day and happen to float past this site, maybe this will trigger something.
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