6 pm to 10 pm!

We farted. So what?

Me and Mallu. I tried my best to be a beloved audience and was reasonably successful (at least I think so, and I am sure if I ask the same thing to Mallu, he will agree, at least to keep the same intensity in my listening the next time. I think he needs an audience...desperately).

So what?

It all started with life. It will end someday...peacefully. That is what we thought initially. Later it wasn't that peaceful anymore. No, I didn't shout. In fact, I didn't even say anything. Still it got noisy, not the fish market kinda but noisy anyhow, somehow.

So what?

Ok. Life. Life is a bitch, as they say. May be a bitch in a heat. So cool. For a dog like me.

So what?

Actually there is no point. Nobody reads the shit. Doesn't matter. I don't care. wow!

So what?

and yeah, we farted for 4 hrs, non-stop. feel like good ol' days?
But seriously, what is the point dood?

So what? Forget it.