Musings of a jobless mind

I so wish I could see the Zuari from my room....I hate the fact that my room window overlooks the hostel enclosure. A great view is all that I need to perfect my mental state of joblessness and contemplation on a Sunday afternoon. It’s strange... I want to write...my mind is swelling with random thoughts...but I cannot interpret them somehow and just can’t put them into words. One moment I am thinking of some gray and white memories and the other moment about the pizzas I had last night. Total disconnect. I love randomness....in thoughts and in action. It can be an escape. Can be a process that leads to realisations....analyzing...and almost always, to relief.