It's the middle of the term.
And suddenly I want to puke and throw it all away, and go buy flowers.
Not. Do. Anything. For. A. While.
For. A. LONG. While.

Mile Sur Mera Tumhara.

This gives me goosebumps.

And reminds me of trysts with destinies and bleary eyed tricolours. Tricolours, when the world was all black and white.

Especially today. :)

Priorities.
RearRangEd.*


*I shall never be able to trust certain people again. The masks hurt.

There has been a powercut in the locality for the last 3 hours. And all I am doing in this oppressive heat is helping myself to all the chocolate icecream there is in the refrigerator.

Chak De India! is good. In fact, it is so good that I want to watch it again. And perhaps one more time after that. .


Once upon a time, I went through a wannabe weird phase. But then I stopped when I realized that my demands from life were/are pitifully small. Give me pastries, a good movie and nice, musical walks by the lake, and I am very very happy.

Now-a-days, I marvel at how in-your-face commonplace I am.