I’m not exactly a party pooper. It’s just that I don’t feel comfortable in a crowd of unfamiliar drunks. Office parties are fine, but they should be scheduled on weekends. Coming for a morning shift after a wild night on the dance floor, is hell – pure unadulterated hell. I thought of writing about something else, but both the mind and the body agree unequivocally against the very idea. The vodka still has a lot of wearing off to do.
Soumyadip Choudhury 3
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poor rintu
in times like this, i’d call in sick. responsible, mature me!
black coffee.. loads of it..helps