So, quickly, what all is going on

I have taken to Twitter in a big way. I love the itsy-bitsiness of stories there. Sometimes, an incident occurs and you just want to shave it and let the moments curl off and fall...instead of writing about the whole block of the experience.  At times, it feels like cooking cheese. Easier to do it when you grate it instead of melting the whole hunk of it.

I'm elfrain on Twitter,  in case, anyone wants to say hi.

Also, I'm taking a month off work to go to Chicago. Will be spending some time with my friend.  He will be working during the week so I'll be spending time by myself most days. So, if anyone wants to catch up in Chicago, let me know. I fly tomorrow night.

That's it for now. More later.

Heaven was us

You hold me, You set me free
You mould me, You let me be,
Our stars are muddy
With our footprints now
And there's dust lodged under our moon-nails.

Gets gritty soon, gets sweaty quick,
Yet we claw strong through our kingdom
Losing inch by painful inch
With your holding and my freedom.





 

Lunch Box, really?

Scene 1: Make tiffin.
Scene 2: Pack tiffin.
Scene 3: Unpack tiffin.
Scene 4: Eat tiffin.
Scene 5: Make tiffin.
Scene 6: Pack tiffin.
Scene 7: Unpack tiffin.
Scene 8: Eat tiffin.
Scene 9: Oh, Bombay is so crowded.
Scene 10: And I am so lonely.
Scene 11: Besides, look how trapped I feel.
Scene 12 to n: Make, pack, unpack, eat tiffin.

And that gang is SURPRISED that the movie wasn't nominated for the Oscars?