when you walked in
with your mind still damp
from the monsoon that
has engulfed the city
a month after it should've...

i was spooling my thoughts
into brightly coloured strains,
reeling them in slowly
carefully wrapping them up
for safekeeping.

among a hundred identical
neatly labelled jars,
you could try to find yourself.
it's always all been here,
i only ever pretend to forget.

this one's for you.
if i were to tell you how much you mean to me, you'd check my temperature, or ask me if i was stoned.
there's no mush, usually. we make an exception in blog-posts.
every mad-dash movie, every unnecesssary shopping expedetion, goodfood indulgence with you, is a comfort.

knowing that i can turn to you even when everyone else either passes out or wanders off, is enough.
thankyou. you keep me sane (or insane, whichever).
Soul's sister and all that jazz.
i'd be more than a little lost without you.

p.s.: know, that if you move to another city, i'll hunt you down and kick your ass.
yes i can! :|

also, i've linked every 'you' to ze blog i love less than 'glass'. i win. mwahaha!! :)

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when the afternoon sun hits the asphalt, I want you to be there with me.
stand right behind me and watch it with me.
I want you to witness the exact same things I see, if only to confirm my sanity.




yes, phase 2: emo blogging :)

Indian summer

sometimes i feel like i'm made entirely of sweat and grit.
weary from the overwhelming, exhausting heat of the afternoon. the breeze flickers and dies around me.

i carry the flustering heat of the dreary summer, carefully tucked into my hair, like a forbidden letter, an outrageously beautiful trinket.
Now i become the heat.
i can see you flinch as you come closer.
even as you touch me i can feel you recoil, subconciously.

i wait for it to rain. i can wait forever. there's a summer sun in my soul that devours the water before it reaches the ground.

for now, i want to wear a flower in my hair, every day for the rest of summer.

eventually, they get used to everything.

my family now knows how to walk in a little semi-circle around the cat to avoid stepping on her...it took them a year.
the same way as they pick their way carefully around unsaid things.

eventually it grows on you, you stop noticing the empty chair, conversation returns to the dinner-table, happiness seeps in through the cracks.

and suddenly there's a way to start over. but there are some things that never go away.
even if you do get used to the new, the old seems to linger.

emopost

random things i remember:

#1. stuff: the HPFC, Wayne Rooney, OJ, the badge, Schumacher.

I and S, i miss you, but i hope i never run into either of you again.

#2. crush:
'Bosco beats' (band performances) 2005.
lead singer of the DBPC band was cute, and had this silkysmooth voice and a dimpled smile...he sang 'She will be loved'(yes, i know it's a corny song.)
instantcrush :)
*
don't remember his name.


#3. conversation:
NC: let's meet at Abhinandan at 10, okay?
RK: 'Abhinandan'!! is that what we always called the place?!
NC: that's what the store is called, stupid!
RK: na, kintu the name sounds so stupid!
NC: haan, naam-ta bhishon corny, na?
RK: sounds stupid when i say it now...



i miss school.

...

Slowly and most sneakily, the rain has taken over.


I remember you

*Thin sheets of rain, wrapped around you,
Clinging to you in diamond droplets…*

And I’ll never forget.