Last thought in consciousness and then sway in swoon..

There are things that timE cannot erase..and there are some which we dont let gO..

I didnt let, be erased, the memories of those beautiful childhood afternoons when, after school, i used to sit with the watchman near the garden of my apartment and tell him stUff i did at school.. and time wasnt able to erase the memOries of a post-beautiful-afternoon momEnt when i enter the empty drawing room of my home with burden on my shoulders framing a picture that would probably speak of mundane isolation..

SomehOw, today i love talking to a stranger n listen to his story, just like the watchman who used to listen to me.

Somehow, today i loVe entering an empty room and feEl satiated with the silence around...just like tOnight..with peaCe and endless dePths of blackness to sink intO..the daylight today is toO shallow !

Again to Return

Sometimes getting no answer is better that getting 'no' as an answer..

Indu :Is your luggage packed ? There is nothing left na ?

nO.

Indu :What is the duration of your trip ? Are there any chances that it would get extended ?

nO.

Indu :You are taking the duplicate keys with you right ?

nO.

Indu :You are going to return na ? 

nO.

P.S.: And he walks away..

Childhood =)

It is Childhood when..

You have to pretend to sleep when your dad steps in your room..
when you knees have constant scars..
when you can bleed blood and not tears !

when you can ask your mom to do your incomplete homework..that says that you are not the only person responsible for academic flaws..

when you can walk and kick pebbles on road..and then re-kick..and return when u miss a shot..and then run to join others..

you dont need to look perfect..
when you can always want to sing, to roam, to speak about anything and etm..
when you can always want to play !

you can sleep without setting alarms..
and..when you are allowed to do nothing at all and that too very legally !

I am hOme again

Im back home !

tu tudu ta ra ri ra ra..

ta ra ri raa tup tudu tu..

tu du tuuuu tu du ruuuu

ta ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra raaaaaaaa....

Another noon.Coziness and me in my room.Let that be enough(switch foot) playing in the background and falling in love with the stillness all over.

"let me know that you hear me.

let me know you're touched

let me know that you love me

let that be enough.."

tu du tuuuu tu du ruuuu

ta ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra raaaaaaaaaa...

Aaw i can resist myself singing.im resistable.

Saak Banavis

Today was my "Saak Banavis" day..

Mmi was out today on a picnic which has always been a peeve for me.
1. I didn't go.
2. I decided to cook myself.
3. I entered the kitchen.
4. Started with the very thought of "Aloo".
5. (Oops !)Called Ankita-

Convo 1-
I : abe ek jan ke liye aaaloo ki sabji banao to kitne aaloo lagte hain ?
She : depends (as if she knows the answer)
I : aunty ko puch.
She : do aaloo medium size.

6. Cooked d Saak.
7. Felt Proud for 2 minutes coz it appeared Awesome.
8. Called Ankita-

Convo 2-
I : Aunty ko phone de.(smart this time)
I : 5 roti(yes i finished all five) banane ke liye kitna aata chahiye aunty ?
Aunty : Exams ke baad ghar ana beta kuch din ke liye...(Out Of the Blue)...

9. Rotla(too unestablished to term as ROti) banavya.
10. Had what i made.

Feedback :
I was taken aback to realize that the saak which appeared awesome..usme Oil zyada, Namak kam, Haldi Zyada aur bahut kuch unwished tha..

ROtla were good only in shape (i took a snap in case anyone doubts..More coz it was first in a lifetime) but edible after drenched in Ghee..