today,after ages,i am having a lovely,homey time.Despite the sore throat and the persistent toothache.No one's at home.Cooked chicken and had a happy,full lunch.Smoked in peace.Had a long comfortable bath..without no one screaming:"Are you sleeping in the loo?" =)
Listening to Susheela Raman.That woman is amazing,i tell you.
After the last few hectic weeks of the shoot,it feels fantastic..
Now,I shall go and watch Scanner Darkly and eat chocopie.
Cheers to me and lazymaking.

Season.

The mellow sunshine is charming...i really like the way..as i lean out of my window..it envelops me in a warm embrace..
To think that a year ago I din't know that there was someone like you in this world..=)
.........
I want to bottle your smell and store it inside an ancient cupboard.
.....
" And I do believe it's true that there are roads left in both of our shoes,But If the Silence
takes you there,I hope it takes me too.
So brown eyes I hold you near,cause you are the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere.."

Am sipping a cup of citrus tea and nursing a deliciously sad blue feeling. -sigh-
The last few days were magnificent..that being an understatement.
Am rather devoid of words right now..
Am feeling restless and sad.the streets are so empty....
Shubho bijoya everyone.

all that.

yes,this cold is killing me.NOW.as the cityair reeks of pujo and everything good.And,i am hopeless about certain things..like The Beatles,midnight,and the mountains..am missing them terribly,terribly..it's been almost a year that i haven't breathed in the fresh,tingly air..or walked those narrow,quiet,steep roads..i wish i could just wake up one morning,pack my bags and leave..
and i walk around swathed in green..past the roads which screech out your name,past the shadows above and below,
it's THEN..when the importance of being NORMAL hits you.
I've had enough of multiple people speaking inside my head.
Don't you realise..I wear your words as an armour and place them side by side on my flattened skull..as they turn into poetry..full of indefinite lines.
I've had enough of mornings.
.
Don't you realise i want you to belong to me wholly..like a brazen,brilliant desert wind..
and i've had enough of uncertain centuries,dramatising,and journals.
and i have infinite things to tell you today and everyday.like,
dreamless cities..toothless aches..