Joy ordered 180mL of Old Monk and diluted approximately 60mL of it with Thums Up in the ratio 1:10, plus two chunks of ice while watching RCB vs KKR match. Yes, the perfect combination for her sensitive taste buds and her love for the team representing her birthland, Bengaluru.
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I don't agree, but I don't feel like explaining myself either. I feel hurt. I am sad. I am angry. I want to cry and let my pillow soak in tears. Yet, I shall smile; because it's easier to smile than to explain the reason behind my pain.
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"You have become my sinful pleasure. You were so sweet... nothing like I had tasted before... that I wanted more and more of you. But now, it feels like I'm addicted to this otherworldly presence. I feel no further high in your presence, but your absence causes great sorrow. The worst kind of addiction to ever exist; I experience it now."
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My love,
Your sweetness was beyond any measure; you became my sinful pleasure. Enough, you never were. Satisfied, I never was.
But now, I feel no further high in your presence; yet, I'm hit differently in you absence -- drowned and suffocated in the ocean of sadness.
The worst kind of addiction to ever exist; I experience it now.
Gazing with lustful eyes,-
Dear Principal,
You know what, I hate you. I have hated you for a really long time now. I just could never bring myself to say it out loud, but here I am today.
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It's a wonderful bright sunny
morning in Bengaluru today.
We feasted on a huge
delicious watermelon that
I sliced up for all the family
members.-