Of raining...

When it rains here, it rains heavily…skies darken ..Everything is at a lull… I clicked this snap from the window in my library while havin lunch. Well I know its not a very gr8 pic to boast about, but yeah, the very first one that I took from blackberry and could import it successfully in my laptop.Ok. Fine, this is not a place to boast about that. I know!!

Well, yea..Rains… havin lunch all alone while rainin heavily definitely took me back to India…and all the rains that I have had there..the good ones, the bad ones, the messiest (I don know whether that’s even a word) ones..but honestly much better than here..there u have the curiosity of runnin over the window to watch it raining…n the oohs n aahs in the most girly ways wd ur sissies or dear frnds..That reminds me of the rains one day, when me and Bhakti drove to a temple not very closeby getting all drenched up and then got back to our cubicles after half an hour of trying to dry ourselves in the hand-dryer in the washroom. Now, aint that crazy?
N now, I sit here tryin to take it as normally as I can wdout letting me affect it in any way.
Atleast there, u hv ur mom opening the doors handin u a cuppa tea …which while sippin rips off all the irritation that the rains might have caused…
And here, I head back to the lab…and later to a door that’s locked….
Awwww!!!

Ok. This ones another pic…describing the deadness(I am quite unsure of this word too ..eeks..what m I doin?) of the library…I don’t know whether it’s the rains or the heavy lunch that makes me feel lethargic…and well, dumb!!

Well, gotto go now!!

p.s : I have tried my best not to make it an emotional post!

Snow fall

Season is the best quantifiable measure of how time flies. They come and go. Winters, Summers, Fall and winters all over again. I remember how Fall made me so sad inspite of being so beautiful. And now it’s the snow. The trees are now all bare. Well they knew they would be. The colors all lost. Its black and white. Snow is everywhere. The only colors are those of cars or some other things which don’t have life in them. And those with life have become colorless and hence lifeless. I look at the snow and don’t know how does it make me feel. Its supposedly so sad, so silent so chilled. The only thing that u see while walking back is the footprints in the snow …that u carefully follow without knowing whose they are , just to avoid thumping in the snow. I don’t see the chipmunks anymore. Forget flowers and plums.
Everybody knows that snow is depressing. It gives a sinking feelin ..U hardly see the sun.
So its either snow or snow storm .and if not that then the rains..Everything seems to be standstill even though u are moving on , the time is moving on. The snow flakes are untouched white and soft. I catch a few but only with my leather gloved hands… The silence I feel somehow is not haunting… its peaceful. May be the white color gives u tat. The snow laden carpet to walk, every bush growing cotton flowers…. If u observe closely, u can wonder how snow falls in unreachable crevices wherein it becomes ice to be melted down by the sunrays. The silence is harmonious. It connects u wd urself. U talk less, observe more, explore less evolve more. Its my second winter season here and I already feel I am so used to it…as if I grew with all this.
It doesn’t bog me down, swing my moods or depress me. It doesn’t irritate me either. I blink my eyelids as I feel the snow flake gently settling on them. It gives a tickling feelin and I feel I belong to a far off land , playing a character in some fairy tale…, or one of those hobbits wearing the heavy snow jackets making my way towards my home.

Coffee

He was talking at length and she was listening
With a smile in her eyes…
She had waited for this day for so long..A coffee with him.
She dint sleep the entire night out of sheer excitement..
Of how it would go.

She rehearsed her lines, cat-walked in her stilettos..
Bought a dress just for a coffee wd him..

And that’s not all ..

She made it sure what to order and not to seem confused..
And how? She tried almost every coffee in CCD the complete week..
Irish , cold coffee, French vanilla, hazel nut,
roasted almond, Cappuccino, Decaf

Everything …!!!

Her thoughts were interrupted by him.. “And how about you? “
“Well…umm ..Aarrrrph…” She burped quite audibly.
Blood rushed to her cheeks out of embarrassment

“Damn it…Acidity” she murmured to herself.