Friday, August 17, 2012

Why am I not dead already? 

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Getting there.

Arambol, Goa. Where nothing existed except for chilled beer bottles and laughter. 

To moving on- No. Memories. No Memories.

Reflections in the best mirror. 

Two books = two friends.

Devil's in the mailbox.

Incredible book. INCREDIBLE.

The sea of separation and reunions. 

When i shut off the lights, you're missing. 
Kauwa. Aur kya? :-P

Click photos, make memories and type on your worst days. Life will be fine. 

Friday, August 3, 2012


Two years to this bittersweet love.

Two years ago on this day there was a reunion.

A reunion that would change everything, forever.

He was a part of my childhood that I vaguely remembered and of course he rarely crossed my mind until 4th august 2010. 

Not sure of whether it really was him, I took a risk. Good move? The best. :) 

Two years of talking endlessly about the most random things, food, music and ofcourse us. 
Even though things arent what they could've been, I'm happy that you existed. as a part of me. sometime.
All I want to say to you today is thank you thank you thank you thank you. 

Thank you for being so patient with me. 

for always suggesting that we should go and watch the sunset. 

for understanding the weirdest of my mood swings. 

for letting me be your lemon tart.

for making me so mad that i could've strangled you.

for being the only person I know who loves butterscotch.

for not being embarrassed of me. 

for being the imaginary father of my imaginary child (.....)

for always knowing which video will make me smile/cry/laugh/shock the hell out of me and linking me to it ONLY when it was appropriate. 

for hugging me like i meant the world. 

for all the wars. Yes! wars. (even the ongoing one)

for listening to even the crappiest of music suggestions i gave. 

for telling me that my hair smells nice. 

for asking me "where was I all these years?" when I did something good.

for making my world perfect. So perfect that no one could resist being jealous. 

for being my best distraction. 

We may be on a parallel level as of now but...
You still are my vapour trail in a deep blue sky.