Daily Diary

25th January, 2024

Another day, another dollar.

I am fairly confident that I haven’t had a work week in my career so far that’s been as banal and unproductive as the one I’ve just had.

Similarly, my post-work nights have been devoid of any sort of excitement or enthusiasm.

I just miss the Mrs.

I want her to come back soon so we can get back to our routine, explore ever book and cranny of this city together, do our Bollywood-Friday nights in front of the telly, argue, fight, kiss, cry, fuck.

I feel this entire week was ennui. And the coming weeks will be a whole lot better. Cause she’s back on Sunday. Can’t wait!