I'm here. Wonders never seem to cease.
I'm still here. Terribly dehydrated, but still here.
I'm gonna hate May. I already hate April. It's hard not to. Hottest weather, elections and exams. The same in May. Imagine walking towards your home, under a blazing sun, sweating profusely. A group of five people, also sweating, start following you. Then you realize that they're not following you, but they're headed to the same place as you are. You wonder why. You've never seen them before. Once you reach your abode, they shove pamphlets in your hands, wet with sweat. Smells different. "Vote for Udhaya suriyan*!", they shout. You stare blankly. They say it again. You're tempted to show them the finger, but nod instead. Bullies.
* - Udhaya suriyan translates to 'Rising Sun', I think. It's what the DMK party like to call themselves, in case you didn't know. Comes from their logo.
