Chronicles of an Extraordinary Fool

heyo this one is as its title says a mix and match of a few things. First, i caught up with a friend, and it was lovely although i have lost a particular fragment of her memory, i dont remember her laugh, funny thing to forget though but i cant remember the way she used to laugh although i do remember an incident where she cried, i caught a glimpse of her fleeting and that is a prominent memory that i remember and to that a friend of her who was walking behind packed up her things and uttered "stupid indians". That is one memory that survives. Second, i have seen one of the most gorgeous girls of the world, she is literally breathtakingly beautiful. No, i am not in love but you really dont need a lovers eyes to admire her, it just comes naturally. She doesnt hold a mask of beauty but is indeed a beautiful person inside, trust me i know her a bit. Third and last i dont know if i have written the gibberish above in my senses or not, just wanted it out 

Been troubled by this one word for quite some time and I bet my sexy ass that fate holds something in future where I would want the same I won't get it. But coming onto the matters of now I really don't see myself inclined towards the docile concept of forgiveness. I am getting a no. Of chances where I get to forgive people and I am in defiance. I don't know if I am falling as low as the offenders ? Seems like I don't care I prefer to be like this. Seems to make my life easier, no complications, no 2-faced person etc.. Its funny how people think that resolving things makes everything ok. A famous saint of india ( India is known for that isn't it?) said "Rahiman dhaaga prem ka mat todo chattkaye, tute toh phir na jude-e, jude-e gaanth pad jaaye. Meaning O man, don't stretch the string of the bond of love so far that it breaks, if broken it is never the same even if tied. So I dare question the fact that is it OK to break the bond at your will

Hey readers How is life guys ?? There has been a substantial decrease in my episodes of overwhelming emotions. Now a days its just the good old me and that too a happy one but (There is always a butt), traveling still has that un-altering effect. When you see the trees running by, showing you the path you travel on, treading under a sky that looked exactly like it did while an incident happened in your life. It is amazing how familiar threads in the web of memory tangle and there is a impalpable desire to untangle it. I had the pleasure to travel the same way that I used to while I was studying at my university in punjab and the threads that I managed to pluck on were pretty crazy. The first day at the place The first friends I made The foreign teachers I had The amount of work I used to do (I should've been paid for all that) The first love of the university The bonds that I formed. So you know the tendency of the human mind about how it sees the doom and glo