Open mouth, insert foot

May be he had always been right. She did love torturing him, watching him bite his lip and not retort as she said the unkindest things she could think of. He never was unkind, come to think of it, only exceedingly careless with her feelings. Or may be...

One never knows if one is about to do a smart thing or a stupid thing. Well, there is only one way for one to know, isn't there?
I say goodbye to the current hellhole to join a new place. I have no idea where this will lead me. And I frankly don't much care. I've moved past the stage where I wanted to become famous. Now I just want to be rich....

- Bratty younger siblings are never the first to make up after a fight. Even when you can tell they're dying to talk to you.
- 'Yeh kya jagah hai, doston?' and 'Aansoon bhari hain' are songs I steer clear of when I'm sad.
- Also 'Whiskey Lullaby'.

He looked like a short prince, or at the very least a regal-looking tourist in an orange jacket, somebody who would start to look tubby the moment he stopped watching his weight. Like somebody remote and so good looking he had to be a movie star or a...