If i was talking about being lonely earlier, trust me I didn't know the feeling. Like I mentioned, the boils back, and in better form. Its swollen, red and hurting. And me not likes ! I'm on antibiotics, 6 medicines to be precise and an ointment and forced to wear salwar kameez till I'm brave enough to let denim touch the infection.

But thats not the issue really. It's about being alone. Through pain. And no one to hug or hold me. Thats lonely. I wish I had my family, or a loved one. For whom my pain would be distressing. Who would bring me a warm glass of milk and put me to bed. And I would sleep soundly, knowing that someone's there. I can't really define what that someone could do, or shoud do. Just, I need someone who cares for me, sincerely. Not simply because I'm a roommate or a colleague.

Me wants someone here, in Bombay, with me.

On a happier note, today's thought for the day leaves me highly optimistic :)

Happiness is like a Radio Station,
It will broadcast all the time.
You just have to learn how to TUNE IN & RECEIVE IT.

Pretty, no?

:)