In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all. These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight. They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth. I know when you walk away. I see you walk out, shoulders straight, head held high. Your pride walking two steps behind.

And then we trade places. Friday, January 12, 2007. Friday, December 01, 2006. While in Delhi, a place I have declared my love for already, I met Sou one evening. We laughed with our eyes and drank through our laughter, dipping deep fried goodness into mayonnaise as we played fill-in-the-blanks with news and gossip. Favourite things to do in cities. To why I love the place.

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. Wednesday, January 03, 2007. In the entire history of Hindi film music, has there ever. Been a song more annoying, more inane,. More completely intolerable than Crazy Kiya Re. And must people insist on playing this paean to bad taste at varying distances from my window at all times, so that I can hear it wafting in in all its tuneless glory without a goddamn break? Getting back to Crazy Kiya Re.

War, Fanaticism, Bigotry, Human Rights Violation, Gender Discrimination, Racism, Caste Politics, Economic Discrimination, Corruption, Injustice.