My Sneakers Squeak
It was night. The moon was climbing high. Supper was yet to reach home (my tummy) though…
I was on phone and talking to someone I love talking to. Being asked whether I can come to a faraway station just for a meet, I made up my mind in an instant and dressed up.
I was dying to meet the human anyway.
I put on clothes from the nearest heap and found out that I was wearing my favorite combination till date. Lucky me!
Excuse was made to the family as I was putting on my sneakers. Nike.
I love them. And they love me too.
And they squeak for some unknown reason when I’m in a dental college.
I called up my Dental Owlet, who I was gonna meet, as soon as I stepped out into the night air.
I had no idea how come I made up my mind so quickly.
Maybe I wanted to show I can do it.
Maybe I just wanted the meet to take place.
Maybe I had gone crazy.
Maybe I had fallen (and was falling hard) into that wonderful emotion.
Or maybe I was just following my heart.
It’s stupid at times, I know.
And Arrogant. And Romantic.
My sneakers squeaked as I climbed into the suburban train. I grinned.
We met at the pre-decided station.
Our eyes spoke as much as she did. :P
Hands held tight, we spoke in those million languages of our world.
Too reluctant to stop chattering… :P
Aunties glared at us culprits of PDA.
Train came again and took us back to our respective residences.
Phone calls made up the aftermath of our meet.
Lying on my bed, I grinned in that foolish dazed way… which (for me) is a combination of ecstasy thoroughly mixed with extreme drowsiness.
Elvis crooned his songs in my silly heart.
I could have sworn that my sneakers squeaked on that shoe-stand of theirs…
Midnight Good Blues
Family- with moi, at my place, except dear Dad. (Sis and Bro-in-law have been Skyped)
Ex- dont give a damn
Relationship Status- Not single *grins*
Best buds- Out of touch with a couple, the rest working their asses off for college fest
Girl I find cute- with moi
Girls who find me cute- wanting to be out of their reach. :P
Music- B-Adams, Lionel Richie, Abba, Savage Garden, Boyzone, Westlife, Pink Floyd, Usher and the lot
Cell phone- ever ageing
Hair- slooooooowllly dwindling
Mates- Some out of touch, some reading my blog, some working their 'donkeys' off for the college fest
Kid Bros- both of ‘em in a far away city
My head- in that ruddy cranium and flying high too!
The Crow Comes Too Fast
Recently saw a great movie ‘The Crow: City of
For me, it stands for the March of Time. Not doom, no. *laughs*
It is just Time.
Time passes… and we have to live with it.
Also, manage to create ripples whenever we can.
An eternal ripple is what I’m aiming for.
Sadwelkars are our family friends. Recently, they sent us a piece of art as a gift.
(Sheil and Minoo Sadwelkar are amazing artists)
It is a calendar adorned by many paintings done by the former 12 students (National and International award winners) of VCW Academy of Fine Arts.
Just glancing through those wonderful works, I felt like painting the world with my thoughts. I longed for those flirtatious conversations with colors I used to have long back when I was but a kid.
Could not remember why I and Colors parted ways… could not remember why I don’t hold a paintbrush in my hands anymore…
I’m yet to learn how to play good guitar… I’m yet to learn how to sing and yes, paint. I want to dance, skillfully.
Some things are to be done at a specific period our life allows us.
It’s never too late but it is indeed late, for most of the things.
Time will move, not heeding our attempts to move against the flow.
It is our quest to make Time move us… with it.
The Crow will come when it will. It shall take my soul beyond.
I am not afraid of the Crow.
My only worry is that it seems to be coming too fast.