Butterscotch and Blackcurrent!

Two great flavours. Each unique in its own way.

The beauty of butterscotch lies in it being universally loved. One could have it Monday to Friday and love it equally each day of the week! Blackcurrent on the other hand is an unconventional choice and has its own secret charm!

Su had found them long back. I found them today.

It was obvious. Undeniable.

Of Opportunities and Conveniences

1-2. EG classes. We had devised this brilliant theory about the 'opportunities and conveniences' that were offered by Su's seat in LTC with respect to a certain Mr. Thakkar's seat. We always found ourselves the perfect place to sit, quite like Sheldon's OCD to sit in his.

Today, when I think about it, I realize its greater implications. Here we are all (most of us), at one of life's crossroads, beaten down to make a choice. Lying down in bed every night, I desperately try to find a balance between the opportunities and the conveniences that my options have to offer. I fail to figure out. I fail to make sense of my thoughts. They keep contradicting each other endlessly, until I decide to leave them at it and go to sleep.

I wish it was easier. But as they say, nothing worth having comes easy! And so I tell myself too.
We shall see what comes, and we shall make lemonade out of those lemons!

To Crush or Not To Crush

So much crushing everywhere! So much hotness, cuteness, and pure awesomeness in twelve hours. Way more than this weak heart can handle!

Can anyone die of a crush overdose? I wonder.

From first year to fourth year. From Pilani to Bangalore. The question remains eternally unanswered. There comes a point in every crushing phase where one decides whether to nip it in the bud or to let it bloom. And once the crush has flowered, the mind hovers over it like a silly little butterfly.

And so just when I had decided that my biggest crush was no longer my biggest crush, he returned in all his glory. As if to reclaim the crown that shall eternally belong to him!

For you, a thousand times over.

- Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

I have been missing you. A lot. And as much as I decide against it, and fight it, I cannot. I don't say much. Probably in little things like I want to get drunk and dance with you. But I want so much. I read your mail and wanted to call you. But then decided against it. I will cry. You will cry too, I think. It will be such a mess. I don't want to cry with you, I want to laugh with you, with no worries.

Instead, I cry in my bed and go buy myself a Bournville. Alone.

it was one of my craziest performances on stage... ever. and i so missed the three of them!

Dear Diary

January 5, 2012

Pilani had always felt like home. I loved this place, even before I knew I was going to spend the four most precious years of my life here. And yet when I walked into Meera today, I wanted to run away from this place. It hurt to be here... to walk into this place... to have no one to call and tell, “I’m here!”

I walked into a wing with random people bonding in the corridor, known rooms with unknown people, empty inspite of all the noise around... and then on my door I found a peacock feather and a post-it-note that I had once put on Su’s wall. It said ‘Thank you =) It is washed but not ironed though’. Su had signed below it. And amongst all the trash scribbled on the door I noticed the red sparkling ‘we love you nil’. I couldn’t help the tears. Somebody walking by said ‘hi’. I ignored. I walked into my room and closed the door.

Was it going to be this bad? No... right? I can live through this... one day at a time....

In the next five minutes I realized that Swati’s pink bin is missing and I can’t walk into Su’s room to ask for her broom. Finally, I changed my clothes and went to find Archie. It felt good. Familiar faces, familiar smiles, familiar jokes. Familiar, but not the same anymore.

In bed... unsure, cold, lonely, and terribly hungry. Yes, I miss the gajar ka halwa, the thekuas, the son-papdis, the pethas... but way more than those, three very mad creatures.