I kinda Miss My Toaster 🍞
The urge to write something totally outlandish is overtaking me; it’s at (quiet) times like these I wonder what my life is like in a parallel universe I’m sure I’m living somewhere. Modern idyllic hilly Ruskin Bond – ish writers do not abound anymore ; so I’m sure I would be struggling anyway, in a different domain than I am now I suppose. Or perhaps the same; Men’s problems vary by social…












