im going back

to the start.

Hometown Glory

This is one slow, slow city. Every ride here has a million stops, and we wait for everyone, don't we?
The mornings are semi opaque, the afternoons we sleep through, and at night, i want to find myself perched right atop a streetlight, humming in key for once.

What i feel is most strikingly different in being here than in Pune is that there, i always feel restless, like there is a constant need of getting to someplace other than where i am, of doing something other than what i am doing at any given moment.While here, there's this perpetual feeling of being home and dry, leading to the laid-back-ness.
I dont know which of them is nicer.

*yawn*

Lets look for a streetlight to climb.Inside our lyad-ridden heads.

because it never stays, and thats ok. isnt it always? and ok is always great. ok is brilliant, ok is what keeps me sailing. ok makes me wanna set the horison on fire.
and this time i can at least pretend you forgot, but it really doesnt matter. none of it.

Optimism

please make it work without the bipolarity kicking in this time? this once?

*bated breath and eyes wide open for a fresh look at herself*

I'm sick and tired of getting no where
Guess it'll all work out

And I don't mind any more

:)

thankyousneha:D

BECAUSE ITS HOME RE BAAP.

the first thing i remember doing after setting foot on the citysoil of kol (today,imbackhomeyes) is reading two words off a hoarding out loud (its something i keep doing when im traveling, read out random shit off anyplace with randomshit splashed across it, so no conscious effort was made) which sounded exactly leik zis:

     'EET HAPENS'

bengali accent acting up out of nowhere and i dont even mind.

doom,re.

roommate thought she heard me bitching about her over the phone. not so good. has dirty lil secrets of mine. very very scary.
plus, parents got yelled at by me ohnose. i should stop PMSing when im not PMSing.
books to read books to read!
jesus, minima lefty makes this place look retarded.

and here this goes into the list of official rantblogs i happen to be using. cant seem to frame non ranty sentences anymore. dhoor.