I am sitting in a quiet coffee shop, just outside Leh. Alone. I order a black coffee. I have been drinking black coffee for seventeen years now. It’s good for weight loss, they say. I am 45 now. And I weigh almost the same as I used to weigh seventeen years ago. It’s the caffeinated hope that I am addicted to. Will someone be joining you, the waiter asks. I hope not, I reply. I chuckle sadly before going back to the book that I had been reading. Nowadays, I can’t leave myself alone with my thoughts. Things could go terribly wrong. I need my mind to be distracted. Always.
Can I get the name of the book mentioned here? Also, the 3rd para was quite relatable. Its soo true. I wish I could meet you in person just to say "damn, me tooooo!!!"
Just read this after watching a reaction video of yours. And I must say, there are two Vishals. Both unhappy.
Are you an unreliable narrator now? You have contradicted your age multiple times.
Can I get the name of the book mentioned here? Also, the 3rd para was quite relatable. Its soo true. I wish I could meet you in person just to say "damn, me tooooo!!!"
I get to know you from reaction videos but I love this side of you much more.