After forgetting both my WordPress username and password (thank the stars for email based password retrieval!)..
This is all I have to say…
I wanna live life, never be cruel,
I wanna live life, be good to you.
I wanna fly, never come down,
And live my life,
And have friends around.
We never change, do we?
- The smell of baking is what makes a house a home
- It is definitely possible to OD on oatmeal and raisin cookies
- Plain, white, polished rice is SO boring!
- Plain ol’ sliced bread is SO boring!
- A pod of garlic can transform even boring moong dal into something that fell out of the heavens and straight on to your taste-buds
- Just because it is summer, I dont need to buy multiple heads of broccoli and multiple boxes of strawberries like I’m going to hoard them up
- A flower vase can have – orange, yellow, purple and pink – as colour combinations and still look like it wont gobble up your cones.
I can be (just as I already knew) perfectly happy when I am perfectly alone.
Whoever thought a low-slow rising moon behind the skeletal black branches would bring back so many memories…
I think it is necessary to feel light.. when one traipses through life. There is too much weight in the air these days. Lest one breathes in the g-heavy particles.
I finished organising my photos today and realised I have 500 of them of various denominations and articles that I dont even remember shooting.
Clearing backlogs is such a cathartic process, n’est pas?
The more of a quandary I fall into everytime, I am more than amazed to find, there is always a happy surprise waiting for me at the corner.
A song coming back to me like a bolt out of the blue, bringing a ton of very pleasant memories along with it
A surprise visit by a friend for dinner
A warm hug
A spontaneous invite for a coffee by a friend passing by in the corridor
A sudden glimpse of the snow-laden french alps across the lake – through a dense veil of grey clouds
A small but vibrantly red-brown leaf falling right on my head, as I trudge upslope to ride the bleak metro
and last… but definetly not the least – a single reflex camera – complete with a full roll of b/w film – entirely mine to use.
Almost makes me feel like there is a meta-puppeteer somewhere…
I know that. Its been drilled into my head – by my parents, by friends and by my own alter-ego.
I think I have been/made myself quite immune to its happening. I seldom notice when the change is taking place, but when it is brought to my notice, I react with the usual symptoms – disbelief, anger, denial… and very very rarely acceptance.
Do I actually adapt to changes in my life?
Or do I just push them behind into the dark recesses of our minds and refuse to think about it until it is pushed right up-front of our faces by the ever-present present? Confession – I do this more often than not.
Evolution kills all the fun.
Just when I need a pair of silk-spinning glands to weave a cocoon around myself and retreat from the outside world, it goes ahead and makes me a human.
A female, at that too.