i realise i can't handle epic bus rides now.
though i had a 2 hour break in between the 11.5 hours bus ride
my body was just.. feeling it.


and the best part-
i hadn't bought the med in london yet.
raahhsss.
one more day of pain :(


on a separate note,
the tiger's wife is an epic nice read.
i never expected to be so enthralled by it.
just totally sucked into the story each time i pick up from where i left off.

funny how the setting is this very part of europe that i have just travelled through..
and its portrayal of death is rather refreshing.
so.. how shall i view death now?
hmmm..


at least it helps me spend lesser time thinking about it..