Going home during the pujos invokes nostalgia, love, longing all at once. Cannot imagine myself anywhere else in the world but here with Ma Durga. Sweet homecomings and sweeter memories. Kolkata devour me with your embrace. I'm waiting :)

listening to ambient rock (mogwai, explosions in the sky). thoughts in motion. i feel blah, mellowed by the progress of the day. stuck in a vortex spinning round and round. no way out. just circling life. it gets giddy and i fall down. i struggle to stand, uneasy of the weight that bears me down. raging on, tearing down pieces of you. tired and weary, i rest for i know not how. is this forever? will it change? i hope it does, for it ain't worth living if u ain't got love. redemption song i will sing along. condemned as a tethered mortal strung to life. peace be upon restless souls that survive.