we are all going to

we are all going to die. no matter how pessimistic it sounds - it incessantly comes to the fore. although i have been repeating this phrase to prashant less often than i was doing in the other set of days. but listening to the rain, the sounds that he-cloud and she-cloud are making while having wild sex in this season which is not really meant for their mating ritual, i wonder how rapidly is it all changing [coming to an end]. i still remember, not as far back when i was in grade 8, we used to have virtually frozen fingers while starting to write our mid-terms. they used to be in november. and these days [those absolutely chilling and lovely] winters come for just 2 weeks, probably 3 if we are lucky - that too as late as january? in matter of a decade we have seen a near seasonal collapse. seasons which were taken for granted a decade back sound textbook ideals now. more and more natural calamities [south east asia couple of years back; united states, france last year; myanmar, china this] are happening with disturbing frequency.

anyways, problem stated, now let us state the solution - switch off those lights, walk more than you drive, abhor wood furniture, have sex on floor

and i shall be optimistic and instead think about having more unseasonal and impromptu sex like these guys above ;)

for those uninitiated, sex on floor means less detergents seeping and mixing into underground water :D

enjoy :D