… Take me to any road in Bangalore, and I’ll know the the Chill ‘n’ ovens and the Ganesh Juice centers… ..I know the places that are open late and the ones that you can hit for an early morning filter coffee. .. I have my own jeweller, shoe shop, kulfi place.. I have memories [...]
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5 May
I can manage because….
Well how about that friend who called up with some really scandalous gossip? And you shared a great laugh ..
How about getting to know that someone whose blogs you read earnestly happens to like your writing too?
Then there’s Yoga.. The red carnations…(they have decided to stay a little longer) .. Some ‘comfort food’ ..
And [...]
5 May
It’s crazy ..But I think I can ..
You know how it can get so insane you don’t know how you can possibly go on?
….I used to think I could never blog, because- well, how can you possibly air what you think and feel to all those people out there .. I used to maintain a diary for about 10 years..So you can [...]
4 May
Red carnations…
Red carnations, keep me company this evening..You and me at the window looking out at the Rain form rivulets in the stadium..
Keep me company through this night too, like you did the last one. Your red will break the monotony of black and white text.
Perhaps, if you will, the morning too..
These [...]
19 Apr
Me
I’m with myself after a long time and it’s nice to get to know me once again.. I think I like me- quite tolerant, sometimes asocial, with my own set of idiosyncrasies ( then the magician says” who doesn’t?) and pretty much content with my music and some stuff to read.
And as I [...]
13 Mar
Dave Matthews and a Stream of Consciousness..
So much to say . By my self again, drive me out of my brain. When I’m walking by the water..splish splash.. To my head and my soul I’m blown away……. Someone in the heavens looking back down on me – I’ll never know… I’m falling into a dreamless sleep again.. I hear more [...]
23 Feb
My very own pitcher full of mirth.
Even if i do not remember, the yellow trees that are in bloom again will remind me..
You who showed me the universal truths and the accidental generalizations, you are my very own pitcher full of mirth.
23 Nov
Sense- datum…
So many days have gone by in sheer somnolence…I’ve missed many a morning. No regrets there.. the nights have their own charm..But today, waking up at dawn to have miles and miles of green in front of me, is reinvigorating…… On the far left of the balcony, blue pettunias have clambered up a tree [...]
16 Oct
Rainy days ..
For a while I thought it was a drizzle..Only as I dragged my self past the heavy canopies and onto the muddy track did I realize that it was the waterdrops from the trees that had caught me..
I try and avoid the red flowers that have fallen on the track..My muscles ache , I cannot [...]
