This Is Where You and I Meet.

Change is a constant. And so is sorrow.

This is me.
Same blog, different url.
I missed you, oh anonymity.

Sudden Realization # 6

I don't think I can ever have the patience to be with someone who does not understand my relationship with alcohol.
Life is hard enough anyway.

GOING Going gone...

Best Friend : How come your blog doesn't have a post of your homecoming? Is it now only reserved for men and alcohol?

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HaHaHa... that. Also, I didn't have internet access on my last day in Bombay and this week in Delhi has been beautifully busy. I'm leaving tomorrow morning after a very very eventful and an extremely fulfilling week in Delhi. To add to the drama  in my life that has notched up since the time I set foot in the Mumbai Airport last Saturday, Balasaheb Thackray passed away yesterday. My neighborhood in Bombay is apparently not at its peaceful best. However, my very posh South Bombay college isn't the most lenient with attendance. So tomorrow I'm going to land in the 'dream city' and hope that I'm not stoned by strange men.
I also hope that I get stoned tomorrow.. but that's another story.

In other news, I've planned to cook tomorrow night. For Him.

I've said this once and I'm saying this again... Only this time with much more authority;

Bambai Meri Jaan, Be Nice!

Sudden Realization # 5

I'm having whiskey with water now.

Primarily because seemingly that's all I can afford.

It's funny how money can determine your preferences.

Last month, someone had told me that I shouldn't have my alcohol with Coke. It ruins the taste apparently. Neat, on the rocks or with water, he said. I'd appreciate it more, he said.

It's his birthday today. If I remember to call him during the day, I must tell him of my finances. 

And their impact on my alcohol consumption.

Mr. Butterfly.

There's a butterfly in my tummy, it seems
He's being a little crazy
No one knows what's in his head
That crazy little thing
He tells me of some sweet dreams
Dreams that seem better than reality
Dreams woven out of stardust
But I can't go any further I think
As I tiptoe across unknown paths
I can hear some song d'amour
I listen to it carelessly; I also hear a story
I don't know how the story begins
Or how it ends
I may soon be becoming someone else's person
For a season only perhaps 
Or perhaps, for one season too many
Who knows?
I bet Mr.Butterfly does.



I miss you, my beautiful Delhi Winters.  


  

Sing Song.

It was 2010  I remember, when you fell in love with me.
It was 2010 I remember, when I was madly in love with someone else.
It was 2010 I remember, Delhi was shining in one of its glorious winters.
It was 2010 I remember, when we'd get stoned at eight in the morning.
It was 2010 I remember, when I heard you play your guitar.
It was 2010 I remember, when you sung me 'Love Me Tender'.
It was 2010 I remember, when I couldn't stop smiling.
It was 2010 I remember, when I actually contemplated between you and him.
It was 2010 I remember, when he beat me up.
It was 2011 I remember, when you started disappearing on me; slowly but surely.
It is 2012 now.
I'm thinking of you tonight.
I wonder where you are.
I wonder how you're doing.
I wonder if you're singing the same song to someone else.

Guess who's birthday it is today???? :D D: D: D :D :D :D
*jumps up and down and shakes her booty*