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A little distance

"We do notEven kiss goodnight, yet wake to friendlinessIs it perhaps the tiredness in my mindOr the fear of a structure set."Thus the present reality is aided by a recollection of the past, however fitful and temporary that may be. A reliving of intimacy that is no more, yet it remains.

what the heart desires ..... (not in any order)

out of the blue phone calljalebia chic flickhot maggi!Mommy!!!70% off sales :)nonsense conversationvanilla ice-creamspaghettiTHAT rain-on-mud smellOld photographsDusty books with secret notesThe mountainsThe Little box on the pillow with a ribbon on itSmiley strangers Forgotten 10 rupee notes in pockets

So hello!
I feel like Chandler at work . . . . either free as a bird or sitting there till 8 worrying about the WENUS (watch FRIENDS, u'll get it!) .

So on one of my "free as a bird days", This is my list of all the people I want to talk to right now :

1. Anuj - since its been a long time, and I am an idiot.

2. Samarth - since our last conversation was great and u're the MAN!!

3. Priya- cause i must must tell u about the bald guy from work and coz i love u baby!

4. Ankur - to tell u that my french boss sounds exactly like Clouseau from Pink Panther.

5. Akhil - aise hi :)

6. Prakhar - oh babe, theres so much you don't know yet !!!

7. Neha (Jain & Dua) - well gossip :)

8. Mr.Parasher - to discuss something random and get into a heated argument over nothing.

9. My sister, whose birthday was yesterday - coz i still don't know what to get u. help me!

10. Danish, The count of devonshire - to realise how obsolete anything i am reading is :P

11. Sid Pandey (who's caug…
watching movies all day long now, well here are a few......


"You are a part time lover,
And a full time friend....
I don't see what anyone can see,
in anyone else
But YOU..."


"P. Sherman
42 Wallaby Way


"Labels or Love?"

I am telling you, time could not move any slower. . . . . I am not allowed to talk about work, that I can make my peace with, I would like to inform those around me who know me, that I have to stay shut for 10 hours a day, I am NOT joking.

On top of it, I seem to have developed a cold and sore throat (how??!!) and the only sound coming out me during office hours is a mellow sniffle. Damn it! I will lose my voice by the time I get to Delhi.

In other news, the only cute guy in my office has gone and shaved his head, so now amongst the sea of Balas and Gopalas that make up my office, it is impossible to tell him apart (well, you get the point!).

I am ranting at work now and hence must leave, Damn it!!!!

some quoted, some created.

The room is the same, the grass is green,
This light of the early evening is the same.

Two could walk in that door,
Talk, laugh, live, play. . . Love,
Two could lie, side by side,
To count the stars,
on the ceiling above.
Here two could be happy and sad
genuinely glad.
Yes Two could. . . . . . . .Two would.

Love, Like the rest
Of our emotions, sometimes needs a rest.
Happiness, too, no doubt.
"...In short
In life's brief game, to be a winner,
A man must have...Oh yes, above
All else, of course, someone to love."
So Who's up for PARIS?

Or Venice, perhaps?
...And so we have set the question
Aside, gently.
Were we to become lovers,
Where would our best friends be?
....... It's true
that I may have light feet
I'm not in love with you
And yet, with half my heart
I wish I were -


Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face,
I no longer Remember your hands;
how did your lips Feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.

Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.
I am in Bangalore, which is great, as I left I announced proudly, Bangalore is my Paris, and it is, I am finally at peace with myself, I can be alone now.

A romantic song plays in the background; it makes me think, not of him, but of the time that I would think of him, all the time, song or no song. Well you know, I did fall in love, and eventually out of it, it was a wonderful time, time was always short when we were together and it was always too slow when we were apart. But then that’s how love is, that’s how it makes you feel. And even when its not around anymore, it always leaves great memories.

Some love stories aren’t epic novels, some are short stories,
But that doesn’t make them any less filled with love.

This is to all those people,
Who have been in love,
Who are in love
Who just fell in love

And to those who are hoping to fall in love again.