And i had had my fill of the mountains.It was a lovely trip.lovely being an understatement.I had thought of penning down every bit of it.but then I decided against it.some things just cannot be expressed in words.I loved Yuksum the best.a small,sleepy village surrounded by the mighty misty mountains.there was this little school.and the rosy-cheeked kids were a happy,mischeivous lot,always ready to pose for a snap.I have absolutely made up my mind to build a house there.and teach those kids.people usually begin their trek from there.Ru bungla was a beautiful place too but very quiet and so cold.We got the news of the assassination of Bhutto.The people out there are so poor yet so happy and blissful.they are not at all aware of what's going on in the world.they work so hard to make a living that they really don't care.yet in a survey it was discovered that Sikkim is the poorest yet the happiest state.am just rambling on because it's really impossible for me to describe the indescribable beauty,warmth,loveliness of the place.

The new year has begun with a great deal of zeal what with Xavotsav coming up,French exams,new places to discover,new plans to be made..a new start for R too.Though i really do NOT want to make resolutions specially:"I shall lose weight."Gah.I love my curves and i do not intend to lose them so easily.people change and I guess,i have changed a bit too.however,i really do not understand that much about the rapidly fluctuating changes in various facets of Moi.hehe.And I welcomed the new year with loadsa lyadh and isn't "the kite runner" an astonishingly wonderful book?I loved it.

College is fun and I intend to have unadulterated fun for a month,at least..oof am tired of studying so much.I just want to hang around,talk nonsense,annoy people and do all the crazy stuff.So stay put.

Dusk to Dawn

oh,listen.
Beyond it all,
There was light.Colours.Glitter.
And the wink of a beholder.
The mountains sombre and serene.
Winter in a chilly thrill.

[pause]

Yes,and i sense your solitude
I want to wrap my arms around you.
Am scared of your ache.
Scared to near death.

I want that warm,orange dusk
And hold you this close.
Nearby,there would be the star-spangled unknown..

On light feet your fingers tiptoed.

[the incessant song of crickets]

Unfurled like the new leaves in spring,
We drank our innocence.
Remnants of our glory,
We will pick after the lazy evening.

Meanwhile we shall tell some stories.