dreams of red.

sometimes in life, we often fail to grapple the thoughts of others. it becomes almost a sort of preoccupation in the attempt to figure out what that other person is thinking. then again, perhaps it's this inabilitiy that adds the intrigue into life.
(after all, exams wouldn't be so thrilling if we could figure out the thoughts of the examiner.)

which brings to mind, that not too long ago my friend pointed out to me that in the things that matter to us most, it is often that we either put on this mask of nonchalance under the pretext of letting nature take its own course, or we become overtly sated with the thought of it.

at different junctures of our life, things just happen, and they become an inevitable part of us. some times these things reoccur, a few days, few months, a few years. hold them, please - you never know when you'll find it again.