Dear Self,
How are you? I am sorry for the abysmally short length of this message - but I just wanted to tell you that I will win it soon.
I swear. Watch me 🕉🥰
RRJ
Welcome to my personal blog. Flic-En-Flac is where I live, and through the random and scattered posts that have been slapped together, you might just learn to know more about the place itself. Thank you for visiting and complaining.
Dear Self,
How are you? I am sorry for the abysmally short length of this message - but I just wanted to tell you that I will win it soon.
I swear. Watch me 🕉🥰
RRJ
My ability to write has taken a serious hit. I had a catastrophic stroke that paralyzed me. Actually I had 3 strokes.
Now, believe me. I stopped all my medication. Except Sheelajit and something that will increase my heart function.
I will survive 🙏 Trust me.
Om Tryam Bakam Yaja Mahe
Sukandim pushti Vardhanam
Urvaru kamiva bhandhanat
Mriryor mukshi mamritat!
Dearest Isha,
You died. On the 20th of October 2024. I cried many tears a few days ago. I cried because I realised how much you loved me.
Nothing happened when I got the new. Isha was dead. Too bad. We had broken up a while ago. But she died. I was sad, but nothing more. Two or three days ago though, I started crying. I started crying hard. I want to explain, but I think some things are better left unexplained.
FYI, my speaking and writing is really crap. Half of my brain is not fully active - but trust me it's getting better.
I just wanted to put a picture of Isha. She was a marvelous girl.
My ex girlfriend, and my most recent ex, Isha Lutchmun, passed away. We broke up, but we still were friends. Most recently, we had a stupid fight and we stopped talking. It was during that time that Isha passed away. She died due to her uncontrolled diabetes.