Perhaps, these days I’ve been thinking about sadness itself. I’ve chose to keep my sadness where it should belong: inside my stupid head!  Nobody’s really interested in your sadness, perhaps. Sadness isn’t interesting.

I’ve been callous, I must confess. But now, other people’s sadness is making me cry too: I can emphathize without feeling like a stupid person.

So, I’ve come to believe that I become more human when I feel sad for another person. So that my sadness isn’t great as it is in comparison (though it’s stayed the same since the Day!). You know what I’d love? To marry the sadness and have little kids who’re named Little Stupid and Little Insane. I guess, I’m more than a Little insane in comparison, which is again nice. Thank you for making me go through this, sweetheart.

Sudeep, Anas and I sat at the Jagathy bus stop in Statue, till like 8 at night. Sudeep told me his two stories that he’d saved in his mind for years. I told him that I’d like to try writing them down. He said okay.