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It all began with a small idea for them. They were just graduating from the university when the talk about an idea began. At first it was just a side fantasy for them. I mean they just graduated from the university; they still have to do other jobs to sustain their pocket money. But as they began to talk more and more about the idea the idea seemed not so impossible. The idea was about a small private business about the ear accessory. They began to frantically save for their small dream. After a year of saving they finally managed the starter money. As both of them Kusal and Biplov has side jobs to go to they made a tea shop near a pond their meeting and discussing point. They became regulars to that tea shop. They smoked, drank coffee, wrote down their ideas for the starting point and where to store their product. As they discussed the idea about being an online shop seemed more feasible in accordance to their current situation. After more than fourteen months of planning and...

Anshu wakes up to a morning text from Ezan “babe! sorry but I can’t pick you up today. Have to meet a friend” to which she replies “ok babe. See you in the evening then”. She dresses up and heads for work. Her work is usually a thirty minute ride in her scooty but she decides to take a detour to a café for some of her much beloved cappuccino. That message was a disappointment to her because it had become a normal routine for Ezan to pick her up in the morning and ride with her to her work before Ezan leaves for his work. Anshu had been working as a receptionist for a bank for the past five years. She was always analytical in her mind with just a side of a literal part always hungry for unknown poets. A guy back at her elementary school actually brought forth her this side as she used to have a crush on that silent, grumpy and reserved guy which was quite contrast to her spontaneous personality. That guy used to write a lot. Although she could never find out what he wrote but she d...

#345 Well this is disappointing. I haven’t seen that idiot for quite a while now and he hasn’t updated his blog for past few weeks. I am in need of his poems. Life has been hard for me with the passing of my father. It doesn’t get any better with his absence or let’s say the absence of his words. I have no idea what to do right now but hey one good thing; I’ve joined art class now and I’ll be starting it from coming Wednesday. I wonder how I’ll do. Hehe. My teacher’s name is Babu and yes he is quite old but well someone I don’t even know, someone named Sacar suggested me this when I put up a post-it on the notice board saying “in need of an art teacher. Those who know any good one can e-mail me at seul.voyager@gmail.com  (a/n*)  and if anyone of you tries to e-mail me needlessly, I’ll find you and well deal with you in my own way. Anyway, peace out. Hehe” and got an e-mail from someone named Sacar. Apparently he once took a note of English from me so I kinda had his e-mai...

#198 My father passed some days ago. yes I’m very sad. Although I do admit that he was a drunkard who made a mess of everything every night but well the house has been kinda quiet since his passing. And not the good kinda quiet, like the eerie kinda quiet. I need some support but as you all might have known I’m not much of a social person so yea I’m kinda stuck down the middle. This is the only means that I have of communication to the outside world. I have literally no friends as of right now. Most of them are just repelled by quietness and directness. I had some really close friends and actually even had a boyfriend but that was some two years ago, back when I still was in high school and after I did some this and that with them they all stopped their contact with me. University world is hard to me. I wish I had the guts of telling people what I actually write but the people scare the shit out of me nowadays. My only source of relied is the music and the poems of Roi de scuro whi...