I will write.

When is late too late? When is silence too silent? When do words end and none ever begin?

Words feel like a huge mound of mud in my head. Wet, murky and capabile of acquiring some shape, if attempted.But am past attempting. I have perfected the art of whiling away my time without getting anything constructive done. Office to home, home to office and the general humdrum is what life has become. There are barely any highs there (not counting the professional ones) or any lows. People are figures who fill spaces around me and very nicely so. You smile at them when you pass them by near the copier machine, the cafeteria. You add a witty rejoinder to the banter over lunch. You wave a cheery good-bye when you leave the office at 8 in the night and become oblivious of their existence the moment you lose the eye-contact.

I miss Dodo. And as soppily love-lorn that sounds, I have had enough of being in love with the idea of being in a relationship and living it over the phone. Some day ...some day ...this wait will end. But when?

Me and my friends are in a strange point in our lives. What next - is no longer a question you can procrastinate about. Some parents are looking for a suitable match for their daughters and there is a call every other day in trying to condition them to accept the situation. For people like me, who are quite set about this question, the next one that comes is when. When will the damn studies get over? When will the US economy come out of recession? When will we feel ready enough to take the plunge? Life part - 2 should begin sometime...and sometime soon.