From Delhi

I am in Delhi doing my internship now, with my friend(The best one).
I like Delhi. Beautiful Mughal architecture everywhere. I went to Humayun's tomb and Lodhi Gardens. Will post the pictures when I get home, can't do it now due to 'some technical difficulties'.
I am reading this book now called ' The Love You Make' on the Beatles. If I haven't mentioned it already, I love them. They are 'my one and only vice'.
I am having very entertaining dreams lately. Last week I dreamt I was addressing a big rally with an old fashioned microphone. And it looked like the seventies. I mean the crowd and all. Yesterday I dreamt that I was writing a letter and then drawing purple hearts on them. Purple hearts. It was a very entertaining letter too, but I don't remember it.
What is with everyone being such potshots these days. I mean smoking pot all the time. If you are on it, then it isn't real is it? Your life isn't real then, even if you enjoy it. Even if its better with it, its fake and the stuff playing tricks on you. I don't want to be fooled. I don't know if you get what I am saying. And I think its addictive, although not 'physically' whatever that means. You keep wanting to do it again and again, and you get grouchy if you don't get it. That's addiction.(P.S. I am not a loser)