When you touch the third bottle, you figure that this isn't fun anymore. It's good that one part of your life has been packed up but you haven't a clue about the present. One guards you all the time. One overflows with "buddiness". All you want is a random conversation. Till the next evening you sit down to reassess your life. Have your values taken a backseat? Has all that self control gone on a holiday? You would like to believe the good things still exist. But this won't be the first time that you've been accused of living in a pretty little bubble. "Let's spread some love and joy" Nah, doesn't work that way. "Mixed signals" get passed around like a warm pillow.

Annoying.

Maybe some reflection would do you some good.

What say, monk who sells pianos?

P.S. At 40, the wedding's on.

What can you say about a twenty-five-year old girl who died?

That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me.

As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine...

Friday to Sunday

Weekends come and weekends go.

Only that this particular one was ideal. Friends on vacation in this beautiful city, the 3 PM beer buzz, chicken curry and rice, The Beatles and Coldplay, a dozen stories recollected, hot lemon tea, a heart to heart conversation in an auto rickshaw, bazaar, a newly discovered cozy cafe in one of my favourite places.

B-L-I-S-S! Yet again :)

My very heavily medicated, sleep over indulged head keeps saying one thing - It's my body's way of commanding me to rest and not fight. More importantly, I should enjoy it instead of whining about how I hate it. Back to my pillow and blanket. Thank you, Mr. Antibiotic.

Flipping through a virtual album and I stop at a photo that I had almost forgotten about. Well, it doesn't hang on the line in my room anymore. I have my reasons.

Seeing it after ages, I figured that maybe the good times don't always get better. Sometimes, they end. And that is the best solution.

I know for sure that I've passed all stages of bitterness and anger.

*Gives the peace sign*

I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

- Harry Burns, When Harry Met Sally, 1989