The Non-Facebook Post #85

is cooking while singing at the top of her voice and dancing like there's no tomorrow!
A moment of pure joy in the midst of everyday life that comes with everyday heartache. "Koi atka hua hai pal shayad. Waqt mein pad gaya hai bal shayad. Dil agar hai to dard bhi hoga. Iska nahi koi hal shayad."

The Non-Facebook Post #84

I really want to go "home" this work day. What's 'home" at this point? I don't know. Maybe "home" right now is some place that's not "here'.

The Non-Facebook Post #83

Dang, is it hot or is it hot?!

It's just 84 degrees Fahrenheit.
Just.
Because I've spent my entire life minus the last four years in 110 degrees Fahrenheit temperatures. Now, after a duration of spending four years in temperate climes, my mind starts sending me signals of discomfort - the "ugh" sort - when I begin to experience any temperatures that come close to my home tropical environment. Which leads me to think, "is it this easy to get unused to the environment you grew up in and get used to an environment you've only recently begun spending some time in?"
Which in turn leads me to think that it's just that old matter - "getting used to". You're most comfortable with whatever you're most used to. Which means that if you're fairly comfortable with new things - things that you are not used to, things that you've never done before - you're more open to the idea of change. You're more open-minded.
I'll just let that thought brew in my mind for a while...

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!