We'll have to make do

There are lights everywhere.

Parking signs.
Blinking red hands.
Reflection of brake lights on the black roads.
A grid of little windows, reaching up to the sky.
Neon lights.

Happy Diwali.

A reddish kind of blue

My heart it is made of glass.

Please don't crush it, it will make your hands bleed.

Whosaidit

"Where would you like to live?"

"A place that has seasons."

Raw

No metaphor, no poetry.

You and that little tin box. So annoying, I tossed it in the trash clamourously so my feelings about it were made known to all. And how annoying that you just alternated between that baby blue T shirt and the black kurta! What about all the nice clothes my mom gifted you. Can't you even appreciate her gifts? Seriously dude, the documents go INSIDE the document bag. And all these empty bags go into the bag bag. Stop laughing at me. Stop making me laugh, I am angry, dammit. I hate that you took care of so many things and I loved it too. But the time I love you most is after a fresh shower. Your skin is warm and your hair is damp and you are just so goddamned huggable.

So long, and thank you for all the jellyfish.

Something broke last night

I smoothed my hands over your face in the darkness. I don't want to forget the contours, I want to be able to reconstruct you.

(How could you be consoling me when I know you're in as much pain as I am?)

This morning you were gone, and it feels like someone switched off all the lights inside of me.

(Love scares me. Whatever am I going to do when you die?)

Lucky Me

I have said it before, and I will say it again.

Chemistry is sharing a private joke.

I sometimes didn't get the joke, but I laughed anyway.

Rainbows in blue

A few hours before dawn, quiet jazz was playing on the lawn. Dozens of red lanterns were hurled at the sky, and everyone watched in silence as they became one with the stars.

And it was six in the morning. The salty sea faded softly into the sky and the frothy waves threatened to drench her indigo. Little golden leaves around her neck caught the sun and trembled in the wind. She didn't really need that glow. In the tangerine light, she squinted to see the lagoon. The moment was hazy and clear like they describe in songs. There was laughter. It was the laughter unique to mornings.

That laughter is unique to the beginning of things.

And what else

I am getting wedded! In less than two months! I don't know why I put in so many exclamation marks, I'm not really that excited!

I have discovered that I like taking a 5 day vacation every month. I may need to discuss this with my boss.

I have also discovered that despite there being no truth to the matter, an increasing number of people are telling me I remind them of Madhuri Dixit. I think I need to just take it and go.

My tooth was mercilessly dug up, filled in, drilled, gassed, and now the crown has fallen off.

I have a flight to catch in one hour and forty minutes. Which means more single serving meals and more inflight entertainment. Yippee.

Look what's cooking!

Tomato Butter

tomatobutter, tomatobutter.

Say it quickly 10 times.

Sarsaparilla

You know when there were coniferous trees all around us?

You know when it was foggy and we couldn't see the mountains -

When Andre sang under a steam clock that chimed Westminster Quarters (and then Operator was not about winter anymore) -

When bartenders and patrons spoke in one voice -

When we hugged under a low ceiling -

When mornings were mornings and breathing was easy --

It wasn't too long ago. Let's go back there.