Treasure Island

Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

My House


Two Televisions.
My Bedroom Television.
The Living Room Television.
My Parents Bed Room.
The Kitchen.
Two Shower rooms.
I try to fit in somewhere in my Ipad between the two televisions.

Submitted: Monday, February 18, 2013

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i just hate the soaps that keep on blowing suds in my house through the Television. Same women, same story, only different channels, tears, romance, its so same after moving from one room to the other i cant make the difference.

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