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AFTER A LONG TIME

It's been a really long time since I wrote something on this blog.
It's been almost about as long since I managed to produce a decent piece of writing (well, read typing).

So, during this fairly long period nothing really exciting has happened,well nothing at all unless you consider my twisting my perennially injured right ankle again or the fact that they are finally making decent drains on my street, as exciting news.

The theatre workshop finally kicked off, and we are in the process of bringing to life a poem called RAVEN by Edgar Allen Poe.
Seems really exciting right now, I fervently hope it remains as exciting & inspiring.
Today was the second day of rehearsal.Yesterday we learnt stage fighting.Girl, was that some fun!You just won't believe it.
Today we got into position and sort of rehearsed with the poem, Deepthi and Kavya are HEROINES of the Chorus.Really Cool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's all fun. The moves are intensely physical and if done really well, it'll definately give the audiance creeps.(I felt creepy when Ram, our trainer/director did it.)
Right now my b@*t is aching with all that movement in low level, but I'm sure it'll be worth it.
Today one of the guys fell on my palm when all of were falling on stage and my palm is hurting.
Another female F@#*TED near my face. (No Offense).Otherwise it was quite a lot of fun.
Well, I've gotta go now!
I need to finish my MATH Assignment, Botany and Zoology record and submit it the day aftwer tomoprrow.To top it all, I've got to study as my exams are coming up.
I spoke to Mitalee after quite a while and I really miss her, Shankar, Shadab and the rest of my old class mates.You guys are the best.
Well that's all for now,
See ya'.

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