This is something I've noticed very recently, actually yesterday evening... see, i have been having the best of the time since exams got over, busy with one thing or another; Mumbai trip was like the best way to close the year..and even after that trip i've hardly stayed at home, always heading somewhere in the morning.. to sum up i was having a perfect time, no blots at all...
and then, yesterday evening i found out that my basketball got torn because an ass brought his bitch on basketball court; and it was like a huge sink for me...i really really got attached to my basketball, plus i was out of practice for this mood-spoiler kind-of thing...so when yesterday, suddenly a basketball hit my nose, i gave up...i mean i just burst out crying, was so embarrassing, but i balanced myself..
so this all got me thinking, that you can have a bucket full of good times, but even a spoonful of bad luck can turn the bucket water grey.. and its hard to imagine what the previous color was, after it all gets discolored..but i guess, the only thing you can do in this situation is, throw the water and start refilling the good times...
and then, yesterday evening i found out that my basketball got torn because an ass brought his bitch on basketball court; and it was like a huge sink for me...i really really got attached to my basketball, plus i was out of practice for this mood-spoiler kind-of thing...so when yesterday, suddenly a basketball hit my nose, i gave up...i mean i just burst out crying, was so embarrassing, but i balanced myself..
so this all got me thinking, that you can have a bucket full of good times, but even a spoonful of bad luck can turn the bucket water grey.. and its hard to imagine what the previous color was, after it all gets discolored..but i guess, the only thing you can do in this situation is, throw the water and start refilling the good times...
