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It's not that big a deal as i'm makin it out to be. i guess.

When yesterday i was someone else. and i don't remember her.

Then that's one wasted night of my life i suppose. or not, coz i saw such fake people..including myself. smiling morons. so much effort, so much laughter, for nothing.

it's not like i 'party'. i'm not that ambitious. i think i belong in the old white cupboard, suitably cushioned beyond, against and above in my mother's saris. i think i know..

I'll put to rest with that bubble in my head.