Met this man today in a certain spectacle shop. He was middle aged, moderately built and hell bend on selling me a pair of expensive spects. He reminded me of somebody but I couldn’t and still cannot figure out whom he so severely resembled. I’m feeling a weird unrest since then. It’s bizarre how at times we see people or observe things that takes us back to a forgotten someone or some previous event. You believe you’ve been through the same thing, seen the same people before, but somehow don’t remember where and how. I think it’s called the déjà vu feeling. I have had many such instances earlier too. It makes me feel so odd, almost creepy. Just completed reading Withering Heights. The last few pages dealt with how the spirits of Catherine and Heathcliff haunted the moors, the Grange, the Heights… Did I say that I just look back to check if I heard footsteps!!! Coward me. :P Watched ishqiya today. Vidya balan’s hands reminded me of my thighs!!! She looked beautiful otherwise. The film was decently good. The language was foul but apt for the film. Read a review about the movie somewhere that the ending was messed up. I think it was a bit hurried, but never mind that, t’was a good watch altogether. P’s college starts from tomorrow. Will miss our obadhe ghora ghuri jokhon tokhon a lot. :( You’ve taught me to find my way through a big unknown city. Thanks a lot love.