The Non-Facebook Post #82

I tried! I tried and tried! But this is one of those things I can't do - I just cannot wear nail polish!
For one, my nails feel weird and suffocated, as though they can't breathe with that coating of paint. And then, the paint is a clever subterfuge that my nails use to grow to uncomfortable lengths. (Well, an uncomfortable length in my case is just a couple millimeters over my finger tip, that's all it takes!)
Also, my nail shape is more suited to the neatly trimmed look with short nails. I'm not the growing-nails-elegantly type of person. I do admire girls with lovely, long, well-groomed nails.
Me, no!
Just short, neatly trimmed nails like we had back in St. Ann's will do! (When house captains would check our nails as we filed out in an orderly queue from our morning Assembly after Our Father and hymns, making our way to classes).

That was a clutch of thoughts!

Oh, wait. Also, skinny jeans. What is with them? They look great. They make the person wearing them look great. But it's so painful to bend your knees or fold your legs in them. Sitting criss-cross applesauce is next to impossible. So tight!

The Non-Facebook Post #81

Kambakht parking lot hamesha full rehta!

The Non-Facebook Post #80

How Bird, how?!
How do you manage to do your business on my car, especially when I've made sure I'm not parked under a tree to have made it unavoidable for you.
Oh, the constant splatters!

The Non-Facebook Post #79

" On soft Spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There's no need to say another word." - Jack Kerouac

We'll walk the warm Spring nights, under an inky black sky, under the stars. And it will be you and I, in a dream. Through a  grassy, rocky meadow enveloped in a delicious darkness. A darkness that needs no words, because a touch is all that's needed. And this will be goodness, golden and etetnal. You and I. In a dream.

Thank God for Kerouac!

"Writing has given me a space to express my innocence. No other world has any use for it." - Natasha Badhwar.

Thank God for Badhwar!

The Non-Facebook Post #78

Today is the sort of day when 'Raindrops are falling on my head'. Literally and figuratively. My mood is mirroring this afternoon's dark clouds. I'm furiously hungry, and furious, and mad, and sad.
And well, to top it all, coming up next week is summer break and then, summer semester. That time of year when campus gets lonely, a ghost town. I hate empty campuses - let's put it that way.

The Non-Facebook Post #77

The kids' diagnosis was right - "you're too gentle." Why do I have so many inhibitions?!

I need to have an attitude (some Alia Bhatt sass). I need to stop being self-conscious. I need to let go.

The Non-Facebook Post #76

"Round on the outside, straight inside!"

Thanks for great work colleagues!