From Dashie, with love
In the bright, windy morning, the website said that the letter was still waiting to get airlifted from France.
But, the tall man in the brown shirt, the postman, appeared at cjunior's just as the Sun peeked above the zenith.
The captivating smell of the plastic cover, presents, filled the air as he placed it on my palm.
"It can't be!"
I opened it slowly, with laser precision, enjoying the essence.
'La Poste, France'- said the seal, marked on the second of March.
Inside was seven cards, photos printed with love, from a place 5000 miles away.
The words were as beautiful as his toots, touching as I thought it would be.
The picture of Seine looked magical and Maât's, the cat's coloured eyes appeared to be shining.
My heart was melting as I skipped through those colored photos.
It's been more than an year since I joined oldbytes, and the vibes I created with people all across the world are just incredible.
Piano In The Background Playlist
The view of swaying evergreen trees outside the window, the silence, the warm September air, hackers.
Cybersecurity lab on a Sunday is the just so peaceful.
@officialcjunior: Maybe I should get back on writing that journal, after all.
But you don't really do something like that unless you really need to, isn't it...
@officialcjunior: I think this website project made me learn all there is to know about linux's networking commands.
I've been having a very long day, yeah.
"A commonly cited 1999 study in the Journal of Traumatic Stress found that writing about a stressful life experience by hand, as opposed to typing about it, led to higher levels of self-disclosure and translated to greater therapeutic benefits. "
@officialcjunior I mean, does /etc/hosts apply for the requests coming through the hotspot too?
Hey, guys, how has it been going?
I'm just imbibing the good life here at my home and my break is almost coming to an end.
As I was dying to play out some keys during the last two months, I tried out playing a lot of songs on the piano and it was pure bliss. I also did Instagram some of it and it literally took off.
I also downloaded Coldplay's A Head Full Of Dreams live concert songs and it's really keeping my head full of dreams.
And yeah, gotta read Deathly Hallows as much as possible, before I leave.
Aakash's Muthassi is probably doing something in the kitchen or watching the TV right now.
But that's not what Aakash's Muthassi does all day. She runs the motor, pays the electricity and the internet bill, draws water from the well, fixes the inverter and does all sorts of shady stuff.
Like once, when she joined a chit fund.
I don't think anybody knew about that.
Or about how she managed to pay it up all the time.
And then, when the money got rounded up and returned, she was sure that she wasn't going to give it to anybody.
For years, the balcony was where all the laundry went for drying. Towels, t-shirts and socks of people of all walks of life of the Pattas were like, they were put up on a grand display for all of the neighborhood.
That had to change, for sure.
So, Aakash's Muthassi called up the right guys and got the job done.
And When Neel Was Returned, he was surprised.
"Wow, gosh, how did you do all of this?"
Gonna go listening to Numb all evening long.
You can't stop me
l'enigma de oldbytes
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