For Bouji

I want to be 90 till I die. This is my prayer for life. I am going to be 90 till I die. This is the swansong of my life. I am 90 and very much alive.

Metamorphisis

In my present avatar, I'm a solid wodden desk.

office office office office.....
work work work work work.............
boss boss boss boss boss boss................
quit quit quit quit quit quit quit quit quit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God give me strength to get myself out from where I am.

Unanswered Prayers

I desperately want a beautiful chanderi sari with batik prints on it. The desire to own this sari is veering on obsession. Unfortunately when you're as broke as me in the first week of the month, there is little else to do but hope. Mommy are you listening?

Thank god for mornings

There is nothing that compares to the feeling of waking up fresh and alive on a brand new day. To know that this day is different from the last, that this day could be your last. This is the very reason of living, of being. Caught  in the rut of ritualistic living, I forget that everyday is to be lived anew, like a promise you renew. If it weren't for this cloudy Thursday morning, with Minto curled up between my legs, I would never wake up and live.

A night to remember

Three girls and one bottle of Glenrothes makes for an unforgettable evening. We laughed, argued, bitched and bonded.

Got it

The cycle of life is ceasless and never-ending, always in motion. Yet it is momentary and transient. It is both real and chimerical all at once. Therefore, I beg to ask the question am I just a cog in this spinning wheel? May be I am, may be we are all the creation of this cosmic churning. Who is to know? Definitely not me, not you, because life's creation exists irrespective of our being. So, we will forever be condemned to asking questions and seeking answers, when all the while the truth is omniscient for us to see with our eyes wide shut.