My city is burning.
And all I am doing right now is studying for my exams.

I wouldn't know what to do.

Also, I. am. too. effing. scared.

Oh, how I love the person I have grown up to be!

No crying baby. Just.no.tears.

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb


Bloody stupid, complacent, moronic, indifferent, selfish me.

This just to let you know..

..that the blog has not been abandoned. Just temporarily put to sleep.
And in the meantime, I have been to Benares, gotten drunk, written a paper and puked on a train. Not necessarily in that order.

Benares trip was rather surreal but. Growing up in two completely different places is not easy. And I figured out that there will always be this part of me which would be forever sitting on the Ghaats and smelling the humanity hurrying by. And also breathing in the air. That air which reeks of dhoop, gobar, abir, ganga, sweat and life at any given point of the day.

I leave with some Sonai pictures of the trip-that-almost-never-was.

It was she who shot these beauties.