It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than now
(Rage Against The Machine)
So yeah, gentle reader, I have been an absentee landlord for more than a little while. And this clearly can not carry on. So even though I am still huffing and puffing against a writer's block the size of Shaktiman 5 MT Carrier, here I am.
A sinister coldwave has descended upon Delhi like a giant black winged bird. Taking a bath has turned into an ordeal akin to Armageddon. Nothing but frantic coitus could cure it, and that, sadly, is not readily available at the moment.
Workload at Sex Creatives, our new creative outfit, is picking up slowly and steadily. Soon we should be able to make the ends meet, and possibly more.
Ok, I am bored now. One little step at a time. Maybe the next post would be longer.