Sunny Mornings

Spring Break is here!!! Well, its almost over. I caught up with what I love the most : sleep, fermented barley water. More about that some other time.

I woke last weekend refreshed :-

and in the "zone" for some continental breakfast (read : Cheap food for desis). Was tired of that awful cereal I gulped everyday and thought "Lets make some GOOD b'fast today". Technically, after waking up at 4 PM (and after taking as long as I do for the weekend cleansing ritual) one usually has something to the order of supper, but dont get all language-y on me. The plan, ambitious as always, was to indulge in Scrambled Eggs, Toast, a solitary bagel and some fresh orange juice. Problem was, I was cooking (yes scrambled eggs and toast count as cooking). Spoils of the evening

The High Flame mishap















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This is the Ketchup Suicide













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Reasons to miss ol' Blore?




























I'm hungry

Sunrise

Wisps of smoke make their way to the skies above
Our eyes meet for a fleeting glance
A smile, a pause, a wave of wand

Built walls that we could not scale
Words that shouldnt have been uttered
Promises never meant to be broken

Sights and sounds still afresh
All encompassing warmth
Memories to take to the grave

An instant? Two years? A lifetime?
Always remembered, never forgotten
Will the sun ever rise?

Must I say something?

Why is it that I think of this space when I've nothing else to do? Why is it that I think of this space when I have too many things to do, least of which must be blogging?

Its escapism. Escapism from the world around me. A weak attempt to build walls around me. To hide from a world I hate but cant live without. Twenty two years were long enough. How many more?