Life...

is like a spoiled brat crying noisily for absolutely no reason. Maybe if you ignore it, it'll calm down on it's own.

Ek Saal Baad

Feb, 2011.

Feb, 2012. 

Conclusion: 


If you can:
1. be in the middle of a loud, crazy, somewhat orthodox group, and still smile at each other like you're the only ones in the room  (irrefutable candid evidence above)
2. be consistently and exceedingly happy with each other, even on days when everything around you is falling apart (seriously, the second photo was taken on an extremely low day)
3. be grateful for each other, even when you know the other person isn't really going anywhere


... you clearly deserve to have a ring put on it. So we did. And yes, this is permanent too.

Solar Plexus

I feel this need to be in Chennai today. Oh who am I kidding, I feel that way any time that I'm not in Chennai. Even though I'm not really the home-bound type (as was evident at the age of five when I happily took off for another city, accompanied by only a family friend) it's Chennai. And that means that you pretty much always have a little hole in your heart where it used to be.

Sometimes I miss the beach, where people think it's perfectly acceptable to walk at four in the morning and eleven at night. At other times, I just miss having someone to call for any arbit plan I make, because most people I know from school, college, and even G are around there somewhere. But today, in particular, I have a longing for the TS and school. Audio tracks of my grandfather's baritone and voices from school have been zigzagging through my head.

I'm homesick for the music of home. I really need to figure out where that song book of mine is. Or borrow someone's and make a copy.