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Mainstream Hindi music is painfully boring. I give up!
BTW, the title of this post is my friend’s way of referring to silly songs.
Tasteless.
What would they come up with next? :\
Thought Cloud
How the heck does it matter anyway as long as I have rainy afternoons, pudgy cupcakes with mushy romances to read!
Why is Asterix so tiny?
I love Snowy. He always imitates Tintin’s facial…
Freedom
Freedom comes with the unimaginably wide horizon of possibilities. It takes my breath away.
Am the happiest because I escaped a wrong choice. What a relief!
I bet nobody else gets so many…
Welcome
I’m in a bus
Where is it?
On a bridge
Is it hot?
I see a window
Who lives there?
People perhaps
It’s dark inside
It’s 10 am
Dinghy and dank
Is it a room?
Low ceiling!
Claustrophobia
…
Spaces
When entwined like the ends of a barbed wire,
Where does my space end and yours begin?
In an unspoken word that the cigarette swallows,
Where does silence begin and smothering end?
The…
Pune to Mumbai
I came to Pune on the 4th and I will be leaving on the 17th. I really like this place way better than Chennai. The streets seem quieter because I live outside the city limits. I like the people…
Out of Touch
Yes sir! I don’t know shit about IPL or why Harbhajan slapped Sreesanth! I also don’t know that Balaji made the first IPL hat trick in yesterday’s match! I cannot sing Dard-e-disco and don’t know…
“After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t mean security;
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises…
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
and learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight…
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers,
and you learn that you really can endure…
that you really are strong,
and you really do have worth,
and you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn.”
— Anne Bradstreet
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