Photo by Silas Baisch on Unsplash Parts of this country has literally been burning for months - years, in fact. North India is a veritable mess of communalism and a marked lack of sanity. South India is cashing in on the opportunity to prove their superiority, but honestly, it's as big a mess as it ever has been. I went on a couple of dates recently with someone I'd been talking to for like, 2-3 years. One of the things that brought us closer was cats. The other was the fact that he worked in Dubai. When I finally met him in person, I realized that Dubai was a subject we both loved more intensely than I had realized. He was brought up in India, notably in Bangalore, and shifted their to work. I came round to things the opposite way. And while literally all of my Indian friends know next to nothing about Dubai, none of my friends from Dubai are interested in eulogizing the place the way I want to. This put my date in a unique position in my friend circle - he ...
Soon this will feel like a distant dream. Until then, may you rest in a deep and dreamless slumber. - Elise, Westworld Chantham Kalindi Nadam - Chess à´šà´¨്à´¤ം à´•ാà´³ിà´¨്à´¦ി à´¨ാà´¦ം - à´šെà´¸്à´¸് I loved this movie when I first saw it. (I can never be accused of having particularly good taste). This was mostly because I used to be a huge Dileep fan. (I can never be accused of having particularly good taste). I used to be a huge Dileep fan because I found him extremely funny. (I repeat, I can never be accused of having particularly good taste). I wouldn't go so far as to say that it was love at first sight for the Chantham Kalindi song and I. But it was definitely crush at first sight. And then this thing happened at dance class, and my crush developed into a full strength infatuation complete with angry jealousy and fantasies inside my head. I may have mentioned this before, but I am not a naturally talented dancer. Today, yes, I ...
The rain is at my window As I collapse, lifeless As sleep and comfy pillows Take over For an hour or two A dreamworld snatched From heady reality On a cliff The wind at my back I'm running down And to the beach Your figure I spy With your back to mine The years I searched Pass before my eyes I reach this point That brings to an end The tireless quest The tears and sighs You turn around And I run Into your embrace The feel of your fingers Running through my hair I look up into your eyes And smile You have no face I wake up My bed soaked in sweat The nightmare ends But the quest runs on Written September 12, 2010
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