But nothing ever happens...

I feel strangely sad about the close of 2009. As though a friend I had a really good time with is now heading to board a train. To the past. And I know I'll never see him again. I know there's a replacement called 2010 coming along, on the adjacent platform. But, who knows what he'll be like? I'd rather time just didn't move. At least for a few days more. Till I'm free enough to relax and say bye nicely.

What makes it necessary for those characters in Hindi movies to burst into song (and when in the mood, dance as well) when they realize they've fallen in love? You'd think being uncertain of whether their affection is returned would cause some amount of pain and heartache, but no, they prefer to sing instead. Oh, well..