#1 I don't comb my hair.
#2 I love water - pools, showers, baths, anything.
#3 I don't really know what the word 'veto' means.
#4 I am a phone-fibber.
#5 I'm easily pleased and eager to please.
#6 I hate being a grown-up.
#7 Seven is my lucky number and I really believe it.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Slices of the perfect life
. Waking up really early, leaving powder fresh to meet passion dance and sing songs in a yellow bus
. Arriving in London on a sunny morning
. Breakfast at P's place after a hurried meeting at MTNL
. Eating blueberry parfait at an English Pret a Manger
. Walking through impressionist galleries
. Returning from a Dubai shopping mall to eat pulikozhambu and pink keerai kootu
. Lying with my little cousins, listening to Amama's stories and dozing off gradually in a comfortable curtainless room darkened by bedsheets across the windows
. Garam chai and nashta at the forgotten one's home
. Evening classes at Vakil's and a short pitt-stop at a bakery now called Biona
. Returning home to find mom in the kitchen, dad watching TV, eating leftovers from lunch
. Doing something, anything on a Saturday night in New York
. Taking the night flight on Friday to meet R midway across the 12-hour distance.
. Arriving in London on a sunny morning
. Breakfast at P's place after a hurried meeting at MTNL
. Eating blueberry parfait at an English Pret a Manger
. Walking through impressionist galleries
. Returning from a Dubai shopping mall to eat pulikozhambu and pink keerai kootu
. Lying with my little cousins, listening to Amama's stories and dozing off gradually in a comfortable curtainless room darkened by bedsheets across the windows
. Garam chai and nashta at the forgotten one's home
. Evening classes at Vakil's and a short pitt-stop at a bakery now called Biona
. Returning home to find mom in the kitchen, dad watching TV, eating leftovers from lunch
. Doing something, anything on a Saturday night in New York
. Taking the night flight on Friday to meet R midway across the 12-hour distance.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
I think of you
Come! to my land of cloudless skies and sunlit days and neon nights. I promise never to speak of eggs and to keep you well moisturized :)
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Merry Christmas
Glass balls and glowing lights.
Dead tree in living room.
Killed to honor birth.
(No I didn't write this beautiful poem)
Dead tree in living room.
Killed to honor birth.
(No I didn't write this beautiful poem)
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