She moves like the wind, and kisses the sun.

She moves like the wind, and kisses the sun.

Falls like a dry leaf, and laughs on the run.

She could cry like a river, and swim in its sea.

She could march across the desert sand; she could, hold the key.

Like the finger stretched, far upfront, to know where the wind blows,

Perhaps she’d try the other direction, towards the mountains where it snows.

And once there, by a little lake, she’d rest for a while.

She’d lay her camp, walk around, but all within a mile.

And under the stars, she’d lay awake, as the quiet winter blooms,

The cold would probably sting her, but she’d sleep bereft of gloom.

Come the morning, she’d stretch, ready for the day. 

She'd pack her things, leave a few, she did enjoy the stay.

Back home, to where it all started, she'd return soon.

A few old stars would be hard to find, but she would still spot the moon.

The next summer would be gone, those would be some raw sunny times.
Come autumn, she's still walking, and her story still rhymes.

Wasting away in Outer Space.

The last 15 hours have been extremely trippy. I’ve felt different. 

Without the usage of any sort of substance! Heh.

Imagine.

 Glowing neon colours dripping down on a blank,  black  surface.

A quiet child ,wearing fancy clothes, staring off into the horizon, somewhere in his mind, knowing what life is all about. 

A random     pink   ☁     cloud, moving across the  pale blue skies  all alone, but happy.

The first bite into a fluffy white marshmallow.

Real comfy mommy hugs.

A light  golden  leaf afloat upon the free autumn winds. 

A room lined with rubik's cubes across its walls, that change their orientations on their own. 

 Fairy lights all wound up around your favourite stack of books.

And a huge  magnetised bed  rotating above the ground, in a  magnetised room , in a slow controlled motion.

I’ve felt lucky, and was so too. Even though I didn’t care. I just was, yo. 

And as I retrospect, my mind is forced to be bewildered at all that has happened. Even though, it was all so, normal. And quiet. 

I’ve been glued to this couch all day long. Sleeping. Counting seconds as I edge closer to the end of the summer vacations. 

… Which happen after a month and a half.

I’m wasting away. And planning, at the same time. Planning for the next few days. And still. Dreaming, imagining. Not really being at the moment, but enjoying it. 

I’ve set my imagination on a crazy spree. Where it is free to make anything a reality. And the thoughts, melt into my head, and away from it, with such ease and eerie beauty, that I can’t help but think, that I’ve unlocked myself into a new realm of, mega trippy-ness. 

If these were the 80’s, I’d surely be living like a hippy. A techno, colourful one, at that.

And all of these thoughts would’ve been trapped in a corner in my head unless I’d write about it. Gotta thank Lana Del Rey for her new album. Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love. And also, this couch. The fan. Gosh it would’ve been hot otherwise. 

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Just read whatever I wrote, and there’s just one thought in my head. 

I am such a lazy fuck.

So sure everyone feels this way. Too lazy. But with such workable dreams.

If I don’t really get off this couch any soon, I’d be hired someday to full-fill someone else’s dreams, instead of working to make my own dreams a reality. 

Move ya lazy arse ya lazy bitttch.

I really, really feel like coding.

But first, should sharpen my rubik's cube solving skills.

Almost. After a while. Please.

*proceeds to make another cup of a happy cold coffee.*

Gotta love the summer holidays. ☼

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Happy birthday, Audrey!

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The treasure box.

My little box, my home, with my two favourite gems.

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I miss these ladies. Bunny left Mumbai last year, for her studies, while Ridzi and I still stay close by. It's never the same for us when we're not together though, - the three of us, at the same time.

Of the countless memories I've shared with these two beautiful, absolutely brilliant women, I remember, only but a few. We were always in our skins, when we were together. Ourselves. With not a tinge of judgement, or anyone to hold the other back.

I still remember how once I'd observed that, whenever the three of us are together, two'd always be in a jolly mood, while the third would be serious. This happened, almost, always!

And then the other two would pool in for help. In a very, indecent impolite, obnoxious, funny, but rude manner. But they'd help! Yes.

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"You need help, sweet thing?"

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We were like free birds. High on happy. Brave. And funny.
Oh yes, lot's of funnies.

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Gub bub so much lub.

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I loved their wardrobes more than I loved mine.
We each knew where the other would keep their secret happy goodies in their rooms.
We knew who was the least, and the most organised, of us all. Crazy. Both of them. And also, the one who was always way too diplomatic to do her any good.

"I don't know what to wear."

"I'm Mamy. She's Poko. You should be Pants."

As far as the number of jokes we've shared is concerned, I've lost count.
We'd never realise how time would fly by when we were together. :)
*Insert random chain snort-laughter.*

"There's a limit to a limit, which also has a limit, but the limit to use the word limit, also has a limit."

The crazy dance routines, the reckless phases, times where we've kicked ass, twirling, walking like a mo-fo badass 'chicki', LoLing out loud, the fail manicure sessions, successful manicure sessions, deep philosophical discussions, utter fail arguments, bitching sessions, dreaming sessions, les-bee friends kinda sessions ("KISS ME, OOH KISS ME." ~ "GET OFF ME, CREEP."),  crying sessions, fighting sessions, oh dear lord.

The teens were what they were, because of them.

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/* WARNING: Code ahead. */                                          

                                                               
/* Declaring variables. */                                         

int var;                                                           

person temp, x, y, z;                                              

                                                                
/* Initialising variables. */                                      

var = 1;                                                           

x = Ridzi;                                                         

y = Bunny;                                                         

z = Sugandha;                                                      

temp = Temporary;                                                  

                                                                   

                                                                
/* Running while loop, until the end of time. */                   

while(var>0)                                                       

{                                                                  

Person x - "Coming for a walk today?"                              

Person y - "No yaar. I'm too lazy to move. Why don't you guys come over?"                                                             

Person z - "Die alone, bitch."                                     

                                                                   

                                                                   

/* Switching variable roles. */                                    

temp=x;                                                            

x=y;                                                               

y=z;                                                               

z=temp;                                                            

}     

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We were crazy. Absolutely mad. Insane!
And I miss us, so much!

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The three of us were very unique. Completely different in our own ways. The way we gelled though, was common. There wasn't a care, or a need, to justify us. Of who we were. We just, were. There, and then, right at that moment.

It's only now, as I retrospect, that I realise how amazing we'd been. I've never really spoken about how much I adore them, to anyone. For they had always been the first ones I'd share a story to. They were always, my number one. :)

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Crazy.yzarC                                                                         

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Time's a bitch, and things have changed. But I know, deep down, that I'm never, never, NUH HUH, letting go of these wonderful ladies.

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Miss Bunny, Miss Ridzi, I love you two, to bits!
To every brick of an atom that vibrates, to every evolving strand of your DNA chromosome.
My lovelies, you're gonna make me proud.

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This one's for us. :)






















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*Insert the buh-bye bro-hug.*

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Beach ke beach main.

Oh 'ello, Mr. Beach!

We meet again.

The sand seems extra golden this evening. 

The waters, extra blue.

The wind is all sublime, and the skies, just so clear and happy.

Clear, and happy, like the mind-space, before it begins to jot down the thoughts onto itself, 

forming an intricate, complicated detail of layer upon layer, of organised and disorganised 

thoughts. 

Random or 

otherwise.

Dear Mr. Beach!

It's so crowded, out here. 

But the claustrophobia is least of my concerns. 

The horizon, which stretches up until infinity and beyond, 

helps.

People seem happy. 

And I simply adore that couple playing with their young child, attempting to make him laugh. Or that man, who quietly stares at the people around him, like me. Or the little child who runs along with a stray dog. Playing. 

Laughing. 

Look at those two beautiful women jogging near the waves. 

They seem to be sharing a gossip that amuses them both. 

I like people, 

sometimes.

I'm hungry. Mr. Beach. 

All this walking has made me tired. 

I think I deserve something, tasty. Something spicy, sour. 

Yum.

PANI PURI!

Mr. Beach, I am so grateful. 

I think I'd like to stay here forever.

At least. 

In my city. 

For I'd never run out of pain puri.

It's getting dark, now. 

I think I should head back home.

Nevertheless, Mr. Beach, 

I think I'll be visiting you more often.