Te Amo...

It’s not been long since I told you how I feel, somehow, I think my love borders on obsession and that being “good” obsession.The long drives. The mini vacations. The routine weekdays. The too-short weekends. The Sunday afternoon picnics. The movie marathons. Namdhari salads. Walking around malls. Food World shopping. The trip to Coorg. Early morning walk to the river bed. Dancing to Bollywood music. Drinking and giggling about nothing. Our songs, my tune and your lyrics. Mush flicks. Action movies. You trying to watch 27 dresses. Me trying to understand cricket. The numerous juices at the juice shop. Walking in that dark street talking about each others day. Crazy workouts together in the gym. Talking about diet. Getting drenched in the rain. Gazing at the city lights.

It’s been fun. It’s been awesome. It’s been crazy. And just like that, it’s been well over 12years years. And somehow, it doesn’t seem to be that big a deal. There is so much more to come, so much more to do, and so much more to look forward to. I guess this is just the beginning after all.

P.S: Needless to say, with you, I’m one helluva happy person :)

Profound crap!

Workinggggggggggg! Saturday!!!! Weather!!!! Traffic!!!! Economy!! Fuel prices!!! Ooooooo…damn! to add to the misery... My feet hurt. My feet hurt so much I think I might have either juvenile arthritis or a deeper, more horrifying malady. Or maybe it's just a week spent in the most insipid way possible, I don't know. Either way I want to hammer a huge nail into the wall slowly and insistently, that's how bad it is.

But that wasn't the point at all. I'm such a whiner sometimes I think I'll get NEEDY tattooed on my forehead. Bah!!

So. I love the smell of lemon, and the smell of homemade ghee wafting through the house when I return from work (I don’t eat it, that’s a different story altogether!). I love that one particular lyric right in the middle of a song which turns it into something I will look all over the internet for. I love, love, love watching color around me in a way that scares me sometimes, I get royally ticked off if things don't look like they're the exact color they were meant to be.

I love raw guavas, and ripe purple Jamuns!!! And I love the things used to decorate public buses. Also cabs. Images or statues of gods, right in front of the driver, with flashing lights going red-blue-green-purple in that hypnotic way, I love riding my bike…it's therapy like no other. I love annoying tiny kids (he he he) and I loooooooooooooooooooove dogs!!

I especially love kiddy socks and underwear with cartoon characters all over them. And the slow way in which ground sandalwood paste dries up on some ones forehead!

I love writing, but I can't seem to do much of it nowadays.

I love the fact that this post would have had different loves on it had I started writing it ten minutes before, or ten minutes after I actually did. Physics, existence, the human brain, whatever, I increasingly think the only way I can be happy is to work for a television, hosting some cool show. But that is another parallel fantasy altogether!

P.S: Lame thoughts I say!