Sunday Morning, For Two

My suitcase of regrets was stolen late last month.

Now I am free to experience, enjoy and be inspired.

Hopefully by the end of one year I shall be Jack of all trades, Master of Global Marketing Communications.

Discovered a new theater near home which plays independent cinema. Very 'Meghraaj' movie hall type feel.

They play old Hindi music while the audience fills in.

Songs that wouldn't bother me two months back, haunt me now.

The wise men were right, culture only kicks in when you are six feet off the ground.

We all have darkrooms where we develop our negatives.

View from the fire escape

I see leaves on the sidewalk when I walk to school in the morning.

I only see leaf prints on the sidewalk while walking back home at night.

Even the sidewalks in this country want tattoos.

Conformity or Rebellion ?

Pretty pretty nonetheless.

Read my mind...

The PA system in the subway cars have found a way to seep into my brain through the path of least resistance and read my intentions.

Every time the elves in my brain headquarters wish for a cigarette during the train ride, the PA system announces "NO SMOKING IN THE TRAIN, PLEASE".