THE BITCH STILL LIVES...

am writing a novel-trying trying trying.
THE BITCH STILL LIVES...nothing bitchy about it except the title.
it's supposedly a love story. though far from reality, borders around insanity but keeps me alive so i write. i gotta see how good i can get.

started writing months back in longhand and realised a few pages later my thoughts move faster than i can write. decided against and started typing on a friends computer. a couple of chapters done and he format the comp. lost all data. cant blame him though. people may try to kill me after they go through the full story.

i don't own a computer. got one at home but am hardly at home. bapu said "get awwal number and will gift ya one!" well eating mess food is much easier.

started from scratch again, typing my time out on my ex-roommates brand new laptop. this time got halfway through when his laptop got stolen. like the magician's rabbits that disappear without trace. i wept yelled prayed. was more concerned about my work than my friends misfortune. but then ave become bereft of all emotions now. my heart is hollow and not even love can complete me. i console myself, praise myself, motivate myself. grown accustomed to solitude. people around have started developing a fetish for the good things in life and i sadly, don't figure in their scheme of things.

but thats not the point why am writing this. Sana Lakotia-the protagonist in my story, i wont let her die. i will start anew again and again and again until i have things just as i have wanted, as i dreamt....for i believe in life...following your dreams, failures notwithstanding, is more important than moolah, sex and vodka put together.