Tattoos and memories

As she walks in the garden a slight breeze starts blowing. A stray leaf gets caught in her hair. It’s not a leaf, it’s a memory. It’s a memory with sounds and smells and tastes. It has too many details, details she thought she would forget.

Paris : The dark & rich aroma of coffee, a very handsome Belgian waiter and the sound my cute sandals made on the pavement.

Kerela: Green so green my eyes felt new. Lamps in the night and fireworks across the lake.

Bangalore: Home finally.

Mumbai: Humid bit fun. Loud but laid back. Dirty but organized.

Indore: Same old same old. Grandmother with some new wrinkles. Fragile yet potent.

Fun in the sun

Mountains or the ocean? Its the ocean for me. Every time.

Summer is almost here, hold on.

Of lies and perceptions

I am jealous, of happy people. Even fake happy people.

You can't be that happy, woman with chase checking account in magazine ad. Go away. Leave me be.
Stop making movies where the cute guy falls in love with the gorgeous woman, and oh by the way the gorgeous woman is actually supposed to be a geek. And oh we forgot to add, the guy has a fortune. Yeah sure.

Now I think I know.

Evangelists think fighting global warming will lead to more abortions. Woman posts video of her driving on the highway protesting against Saudi rules. Violent protests in Tibet. Good Indian food for lunch. Wondering where to hide from a gunman if he comes into the classroom. Grant proposal needs to be rewritten.Again. Bought flights for the wrong time.Delta customer service sucks hardcore. Need to work hard. Now. Need to work out more. Buy stuff for random people in India.

Starry Starry night. Coffee. Breathe in. Breathe out. Blessed Silence.