Those who love Yogurt seldom Moo.

So here I am.
This is me.
There is somewhere else on earth I'd rather be.
No offense Bryan. You were probably "there" already when you wrote the song. I'm thinking a small exotic island resort that makes Bora Bora look like it needs Photoshop.
But I'm not there.
I'm here. I wonder if unemployment has something to do with it.
I have no idea why I need to write all this on a public platform.
Okay, so maybe it's not that public.
My readership is zero.
I hardly doubt this is doing me any good.
But I am...still here.
I. Let's talk about I.
I'm not funny. My vocabulary is full of words that I picked up at school. And I'm talking way back - at a time when I thought Helen's face could have launched a couple more thousand ships if she'd worn her hair in pigtails like mine.
I've never won a round of Scrabble in my life.
But yet I'm here trying to put a couple of words together.
I feel like I'm talking to myself but this time around I've taken it to another level - online humiliation here I come.
More about I - coming soon.
I can just picture you all jumping for joy.
Wait, my readership is zero. I can't picture anything now.
Damn, I need some yogurt.
Found some.
Yogurt Bay, Carter Road, Bandra, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India.
Jai Ho Google Maps.