I like to move it. And continue with your undivided support and encouragement. Sounds very formal and corny I know, but please do show the love. Monday, 6 December 2010.

The life and times of Bhumika Anand. By the street corner, over coffee and cigarettes. They found out how they liked their beer. Chilled, and bajjis, steaming. And their love for reading, words and. The longing for the pain and joy in the abstract. That flower there, that rock, that vulgar colour. Or that child with tousled hair. The wind on a sticky face. All these that made the hearts race. But the sun grew colder, consumed.

Posted by G Aryan under coming out. Trust and truth go hand in hand. The longer a truth is withheld, the stronger the impact on the trust that gets built up over period of time. Some people have great clarity or the sense of what is right and can be blunt in coming out or withholding the truth to themself and not caring how other people take it.

in the way other people are mountain-people or tunafish junkies. something about dreary concrete blocks and grumpy people totally gets my juices flowing. Enjoy! Monday, January 05, 2009.

8230; I turn to you, dear blog. Its not a nice thing to do. Its the kind of devotion exhibited by people who only offer prayers when they want something. Which makes me a horrid devout, but you my god. Or rather, when I need to be heard by someone who will listen without judgment. To whom I am all that matters. And then I feel the need to be the complete complete contrast.

Thursday, June 11, 2009. My love affair with Issey Miyake.

Nothing more than feelings! Nothing more than feelings! Teardrops falling down on my face;. Trying to forget all my feelings of love. Feelings, again in my heart. Hope this feeling never comes again.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010. I have been away for a while. In fact, I hated it. I hate the fact that I am back in India in this sweltering heat. I hate the fact that I have lapsed into same mood swinging patterns. I hate the fact that I have gained whatever weight I had lost. I hate the fact that even after paying four hundred buck plus tip, the barber cut my hair too short which I had cultivated with so much effort, despite my clear cut instructions. So why was I away? .

I seek a meaning, a meaning of life. I wander, I wander through changing times. I speak, I speak to question. I learn something, something along the way. I recall moments, moments I cherish. I observe, observe what I see. I write, I write to live. Thursday, 20 June 2013. Life in a Metro - Literally. Life - taught in a metro. Thursday, June 20, 2013. Saturday, 27 October 2012. Aaj bhi kuchh sawaal hain,. Jo poochhne se ruk gayi,. Aaj bhi kuchh khayal hain,. Jinhe kehne se chook gayi.