People in foreign countries and even outside my house are not my natives. But they are social. So people from outside come inside this house. It’s something that’s beyond my power and I must let them in. I must even leave my house for a certain duration and visit other areas of the town. That’s mandatory otherwise society will become dysfunctional and break down.
I’ve come across ww2 or Germany several times in life. When I was a kid I was introduced to its notion through class mates as Warsaw. Later on I saw it in games as Wolfe stein. Then Russian side of the tale in a movie starring jude law. Then dw as a documentary about Stallin in ww2. Many versions about the United States in France through Tom Hanks and Cod Ww2 allies.
What is life? Moms home made food, love and care. A Hassel free life then earning money on my own then visiting mom. Loving a life partner and the cycle completes itself at in laws too. Then just visiting each other. Social inadequates insufficiencies doubts disbelief bad pay, bad decisions in life. Social misfortunes mishaps. Then day light again and people visiting again, and साइकिल of life goes on. I’m a social animal.
I love this software. Worked really great during school days and dads office. Dbase lotus basic what not. Dskchk defrag and command not found error. So clean and machine so big so awesome. Games were brilliant too. Expensive.
There is a place here called commercial belt. It’s not a mall or market even. Just some offices and kitchens and drug stores. Place stays deserted and not all offices are open, just a few around a corner maybe. Car parking is good really long and well spaced front side and back side. I remember bringing back a few hot dogs once from a meat shop. Really modern blacked felt good like foreign. Those hot dogs were good a little extra peppered though. Place always wore a shady sunset look. This place is reminiscent of the second room on top floor.
Lot of fish fried, deep fried to brown. Cook in gravy too. Served with chapati and rice. Looks delicious ready to eat mouth watering. But break carefully press hard to feel and remove very dangerous fish bone. Tiny small big all sizes. Tasty and filling once done. Khaap home made fresh.
Well its no fiction and no mystery even that this world is divided between humans and relicants. Both have the same DNA so that what connects us. But genetically relicants are far more superior than humans. However, they are self destructive and they die on their own, but not before wrecking havoc on humans and each other. This should help my viewership of movie classic blade runner. These replicants are natural born killers they do nothing else, no doubt. It’s only time and fate that a replicant will reach a human sooner or later, and then it would be a fight till the end. Horrible nightmare of a notion. Never saw that coming!?
What a great visit to a great country abroad. I had planned for it since childhood. Reached there at 31 years of age. But couldn’t run a day. Felt like I couldn’t even write my name. So didn’t stay long. Returned fast enough to repair and recharge back home for almost 8 years. Loved the eventful thrill though.
This lot of pavement bricks have been laying just outside to the right side on the outside right next to where the inside park begins, front of this villa. It’s been laying here since long. I remember the last time some upgrade took place here, cement construction material one with lots of masons the ground shook for hours it was a horrible experience. Like my head would break and an earth quake could be felt. Blood on my head and face. Hours of tooth aches.
This house is green, pale blackish green. But thick grass and hedges. It goes with the color pink and tinted glass windows. This is another cause of a feeling that the house is so overly packed that it is just heavy. Really hard to maneuver. Going outside is the only way of letting the weight out that one gains here. When I go outside on a spur I almost always shed a lot of weight and water, get dried completely. Even emotionally I get really dry and simple.
