The previous post was in Hindi

The previous post was in Hindi. It was my mistake. I don't even know Hindi, not that I wouldn't like to learn Hindi.

I'm sitting alone in my apartment, peering up at the sky from time to time, and writing this stuff.

I'm wondering how my friend is faring in Vienna with her son and sister. Hopefully things are going well.

What's with all this blog stuff, eh? I wonder about eloquence and I wonder about the time we take to peer at our own navels. I don't know about you, but navel gazing, while an important pastime in North America, becomes a little tedious after a while. It's like being locked into a room with Cher 'music' being piped in and you can't leave.

No, scratch that. I can stop navel gazing any time I like.

Can't I?