Sail.

It reminds me suddenly of pyramids.Of unspoken events.Calendars with every day crossed out with red ink.When i look out,i find an empty teacup,marred with the imprint of a trespassing boot.As i put these things together,I am reminded of a girl who wanted to write stories,sleep in a bunker and flee from gunshots.In a twisted way it reminds me of her valour and ambition.NOW,it reminds me of a cork.in a precious way,it reminds me of adventures I longed for,as printed words overlapped with summer holidays.Some random smell reminds me of the first death in my world.The wonder with which I stared at the cold,slight body or that one,crooked tooth which popped out,amidst all the flowers.Or the bitter quarrel,as an aftermath.It reminds me of a popular aunt with whom I experienced a much-criticised film.In a vague way,I understood,with the sudden insight of an eight-year old.Intense sorrow for the different engulfed me.I wonder why it angers me to hear a shopkeeper reprimand me.For consuming my choice of meat.And why I smile a week later at his fake apology.

I fear it might break one day.I fear I shall split into two pieces from all the smiling.I wish i could paint absurd figures and let it all out.And smile wisely as people judged,and discussed and smoked a cigarette or two.

HAha.=X

yes that is Dear God smiling evilly at me.was that sentence an oxymoron?hmm.*ponders*
in any case,do you have ANY idea how difficult it is *not* to scratch a piece of your skin when its demanding and frantically pleading with you to do exactly that??I guess the unlucky victims *are* aware.On top of that,people are telling you constantly NOT to scratch when all you are doing is staring longingly at that vile,tiny prick of a boil.AND,your favourite people are miles away.and you can't catch a glimpse of them.And its WINTER.The city is throbbing with festivities and music.Our college is celebrating One-fifty years of GLORY,for Pete's sake.And You can just stare at the mirror at your erstwhile FACE,and wonder if this fascinating ugliness will EVER leave or not.Its not good.Thank you God,that ze parents are such wonderful creatures.*love*
Though both of them squabble about stupid things..despite me telling them that they resemble some old potty-faced crabby couple.*sigh*And I want to watch Slumdog Millionaire.I read the book by Vikas Swarup three years back.Poor thing.I heard he is really upset that these biggies are ignoring him,though.=\ *Silence*

*WAILS*
*WAILS LOUDER*

I miss Pookie(i need to hold him close and sniff his hair and laugh with him and see him smile so bad)(cheese indeed)I miss M(you KNOW,am dependent on you too honeybun).and O.And The Idiotic Shreo who keeps on lecturing me.idiot.I know EVERYTHING,logically speaking.But I don't WANT TO be PRACTICAL.i love you though.(lovestruck and all heehee)I MISS the entire jing-bang.='(

anyway,before i sign off.*melodramatic sigh*,i shall leave you guys with this:

=::::)

and this above mentioned squiggle is a smiley WHICH represents my spotty smile.heh.xD

First Page.

It"s tempting to let it all flow past,but impractical.The year has started,we are all confined to "the" routine.No attempt at resolution-making,because its futile.Frames have to be learnt.Jobs have to be done.And as I travelled the hippie road,things seemed new.Loony bin is there,with our heads sticking out.Give us all some peace.


To another beginning.
of rich warm colours.
keep knitting.
peace.