I keep on.

Last year, I pranked Pooja into thinking I was pregnant with the help of Krishna. She believed it, of course. All through class she seemed quite disturbed and I put on the best performance of my life when I greeted them with a solemn face at the X after class and spoke very little. We came home from school and threw two teaspoons of hot chilli powder into the cupcake which he ate without flinching.

A year later, here we are again. A year has gone by and it's been ups & downs. I've got a hard drive packed up with all the photos, memories, and evidence that I've changed for the better regardless of your assumptions, opinions, or judgement. As seen on Formspring, and through many emails, comments, etc.- I'm the person people look up to for advice or a wise word or two. A year later, I'm stronger than I was before. I've got a heavy heart that's still beating after all the brutality I had brought onto it. A brain that knows nothing about failure and feeds off wisdom. A mindset that devours anything in its path. A gut that's indecisive about what it's feeling. And a soul that keeps on.

Now I'm sitting in the car looking at all the lights outside in this strange and interesting place, listening to Taio Cruz on the radio and thinking that maybe I shouldn't have broken all those hearts in the past. Maybe then I wouldn't feel like this.

Whatever this feeling is... it's definitely not regret.

So I'll keep it moving.