It's What You Do To Me

One of the first and favorite songs that was ever dedicated to me and all in a very relatable context was Hey There Delilah. Those were very sappy times, I was extremely Bollywood and hopelessly romantic. I ended up spending almost 10days obsessing over
"I'd walk to you if I had no other way", imagining that was possible.

Few more years the same song was again dedicated to me, in a very relatable context while I traveled very far, all by myself, and of course was mourning again. I ended up being very happy over "I'd walk to you if I had no other way" being dedicated to, since I knew she was not too fond of being called Delilah.

Today, it's just a song I sing, miles away from home, knowing I couldn't just walk to anyone.
However, it's what you do to me!
Totally singing it for AV, for pulling it through thick and thin (get the joke!) And everything in between.
It's what you do to me

Quarantining And Bored

I hate people.

I hate dumb people in particular. That includes most of the world so I hate people in general.

Expectations? Quarantine would be easy. But it is not. The workaholic madfuck that I've become, worked 14hours at a stretch for each of the last 3 days and yet the Quarantine is killing me.
I was also going crazy with every sneeze, cough, pimple, motion, headache, backache till today. At a point I was also thinking probably I used to breathe better before, but tomorrow would be the 22nd day back from Thailand, that mostly qualifies me safe for the world.

Forever grateful to B and I for bearing with me. Very irresponsible of me to travel. Accepted. Won't ever admit it in public.
Hence, controlling all the urge to buy one side tickets to Kolkata.

Okay, now I'm just blabbering in boredom.
Baseline, quarantined, bored, hence singing, and missing home of course.
Also, first rain of the year! ^_^
And very glad/thankful to be alive.

Cheese Omelette

Memories are funny things.
They come back in the form of songs, places, person, days, smell, touch!
For me, today, in the form of food.
Cheese Omelette?
Chicken Nuggets?
Priorities Dear Watson!

Boshonto

Spring is an emotion. Boshonto!
There is a particular "final exam" smell in the air. We would always have our school final term exams during Spring, post which there would be a long gap before new session starts. The evenings would be beautiful, after an almost summery humid afternoon. The tree right in front of my window would start its yellow flower distribution and soon, the terrace would become a bed of yellow flowers and dry leaves. The evening sky would have all colors red and orange. I would stroll on the terrace, peep outside the balcony, after my afternoon nap and before starting to study for the exam next day. Soon, Spring would lead way to Kalboishakhi, way before Boishakh, and I would just be happy!
Remembering Kolkata Springs on a Corona lockdown Bangalore, beside a tree with White flowers and yellow evening. Oh Spring!
Bloom in my heart, and stay longer 💛

Happy International "Men Shall Decide" Day

Break. Mourn. Write a speech. Repeat.

People Long Gone, Invariably, Inevitably, Inadvertently, Or Not