My thoughts are a Dreamy dim. Sometimes black and white or blue, at times a charcoalish tint, often etched on stones. Sometimes a little burst of colour appears here and there but it becomes sepia again, gathering dust. Monday, January 4, 2010. Cried she on the empty office terrace, burning with sunlight. Cried the voices in her head.

The glass is always half full. I recently had a colleague compliment me on a splendid job onstage as an emcee. In the same vein, she continued to compliment me with adjectives such as bubbly and effervescent. I felt like a can of Pepsi in that moment, but I let it pass, having heard precisely these two words associated with me on more occasions than I could count. Over the years, exes have also mistaken my basic nature. Quick to assume aforementioned bubbliness,.

Aix- Lille- Paris- Frankfurt- Cologne- Hamburg- Aix. The eight day trip was a joy ride which kept leading us to sights we had never expected in the starting of the day. Perhaps bullet points shall serve better. Do you speak English? At 2 AM in the nigh.

This blog is a reflection to my thoughts in terms of my people, surroundings, current updates, spiritual corner and what not. 8220;Can I take her upstairs? 8221; .

On 22 and 23 October 2011, Mumbai was witness to its very first comic book convention, Comic Con Express. I did it for kicks.

Sunday, August 03, 2014. My fingers caress a lonesome flute,. Would a soulful note they play? Those pretty, bright, shiny dancing shoes,. On my dainty feet would they sway? A mighty sword in my gentle hands. Would it swish down to slay? A drab canvas on a starry night,. Would my strokes see the light of day? When the carpet rolls and the curtains raise,. Would I know what I need to say? When I wish to write an ode to life,. Would my muse give my words away? Between a could and a should.