And suddenly at this hour, I find a girl who liked Bob Marley, and The Beatles, and Ritwik Ghatak. Who drew graffiti on FB and complained about her mother's midlife crisis. Suddenly death doesn't seem all that far away.
May be this is it. May be death is just a (missed) status update.
Facebook asks: 'What's on your mind?' You quip, 'Mind my arse! I just died. '
Her Facebook test said her life was 70% perfect.
And I hate people who will come up to say that such deaths happen everyday in India and terrorism is the least of our concerns.I am not terrified by terrorism. And I can't feel sad about everyone. I feel sad about things I connect to. I dislike people who try to dictate what I should feel bad about and what not.
