Relatively 'early' morning thoughts:
I need breakfast, I'm hungry.
I want books, I want to read.
And oh, the last of the 'crush diaries' (you know, so I have memories to chuckle over in the glorious sunset years):
That warm, fuzzy, happy feeling that leaves you with a grin to match from ear-to-ear when you discover that your crush likes some of the same stuff as you do!
'...tenu takdi ravaan...' (there always has to be some Bollywood thrown in!)
So, by now, you're all too familiar with the straight-line route from point A to point B in this new city you recently settled down in. You confidently begin your drive back to point A, with the GPS navigator plugged in as a (safety!) backup.
Oh look, here's a road the GPS beckons you take. You know that the one you're currently on will get you to your destination in a few minutes. But hey, it's a lovely Fall afternoon and you decide to be adventurous. You place your trust in the GPS even though it has played tricksy, deceptive Gollum to you on several occasions.
Lo and behold! The right turn is now taking you on a road through woods - dark and deep. This is not where you want to be. Darn it, GPS!
Some distance later you find a spot to turn around. At this point your GPS turns into Sirens to your Ulysses, luring you, "turn right on ....place, turn right on ...road, turn right on ...street." But, you're Ulysses, of course! You steel yourself, ignore the shrill beckoning and drive on. Now, you come up on unfamiliar sights when you thought you were retracing the path out of the woods. Ok, now you might be getting deeper in the middle of nowhere. Fine, come hither Sirens, lead me out. You turn back to the GPS and slowly but surely make your way back to A. All you wanted was to get to A to be able to get to your bed for a siesta. But now, you have a writing emergency. Goodbye, Siesta!
Musings on a lazy Sunday afternoon warmed by a mild Fall sun and laced with whiffs of fragrant patchouli.
Who knew that patchouli is so close in smell to betel leaf - paan - that was one of Dad's favourite 'snacks' (for lack of a better word). Lazy Sun, chirping birds, traffic drone and patchouli - all putting me in a mood of days past. Days of similar sunny afternoons in Dad's hometown chewing family-made 'saada pan' after a family meal, days of glorious Hyderabadi shaadis when a royal dinner was capped off by clamour to lay hands on the much-desired 'digestif'. Days, that through the lens of time, seem happy, care-free and what life should be.
But that's why too the grass always seems greener elsewhere. There was a random quote somewhere that said the grass is green where you water it.
And so, let's water!
