on certain days when she paid close attention to her inner voice. she discovered that she hated slamming doors, stepping on dog poo, things spilling over. hated the voice of her landlord, mouth blisters, friends calling in on weekends, spitters on the road and RnB.

she discovered that she liked her t.v on mute, songs in foreign languages over and over again, the piano,baby cat paws, eating mango pulp, not speaking, an empty house, frizzy hair, bubbles and her grandmother's memory.

she realised that the only things she was passionate about were the monsoons and that fish were her favourite pet.
and on evenings when she sat all by herself and paid close attention to her inner voice, she felt really happy.


I had always wanted to do special things for you, even in ordinary days I wished to take you by surprise and make you something wonderful.

I have loved you in my reluctant-mediocre self consciousness and dreamed of the sunny mornings when we shall be together again.

Happy Birthday.


I have learned lately that steady and changeable interact and inverse themselves in everyday Life.that in some university, kids with above 180 IQ are trying to crack the math of it all by the application of Calculus.
I always crack up with articles on Modern life and Loneliness whenever they mention the Happiness Index to validate their theory. If I could really have a measuring scale for happiness then perhaps i would have put it out in the living room. It would have been more welcoming than the three little Manchurian fellows on the mantle.
A very drunken friend once explained to me how life was a random order of chaos and that we were all at collision with other beings, creating a permutation and combination of circumstances.

the world gets more ridiculous everyday and thus even if hope runs out someday humor never will. I have had many changes in life lately but i wish to speak nothing about them. I'd rather just doodle aimlessly and i am happy with that.