If the purple sky broke into tears, it'd rain blackcurrant berries.

I wish to become a globetrotter. Somebody pay for my travel expenses and get me a column I could write for a newspaper sharing my travel experiences and earn crisp green paisa. This sounds the best thing to do. Then why aren't all of us 'globetrotters' ?

He tweets like his tweets are going to be read out in the Parliament. Either you tell him or I will.

You could die the very next moment. Did you know that? It is so so so weird.

They'r kids. They talk like adults. I'm an adult. I don't even have to say the next thing.

One thing I detest the most. When kids (technically anyone younger to you) do/talk/live a life that is way more 'cooler' than yours. Gadgets / language / Boyfriends / girlfriends / everything included.

You know what sums it up the best? FML.

Oh it rained in Bangalore. I miss that place. My hometown it bees. Louly place it bees. Helps me put on weight. Pwetty place. May it become the capital of the world.

I could hop inside the magic lamp and grant you wishes.

I need a break. I need a cottage. I need the colour green. I need the sound of water. I need tiny mirrors and silver bells all around me. I need a good book. I need dead music. If a song doesn't soothe me down, it is not a song to me. I need it to be gloomy. I need gray skies overhead. I need life to simply slow down, take it easy. I need myself to count every breath I breathe. I need the soft sound of anklets. I need the clattering of vessels in the grandmother's kitchen. I need colourful cotton saree's wavering in the air on a string. I need a courtyard. I need summer. I need rain. I need another Me for company.

I was a little kid running around the empty place. Today, I do not remember how it looked. I only remember I was petrified. I hated every moment I was there. I wanted to rush back to the wild big bad city. Rush back to ugly hollow pseudo intellectuals. I admit. I regret. The empty house with rooms emptied of people is one thing I desperately crave for right now. Devouring the silence of evenings and mornings while the burning charcoal stings my eyes, I wish to neatly pack away the deafening noise of the place I claim to love and drift away to a place I claim to miss the most...

Look inside, look inside your tiny mind and play a bit harder.

If I were a guy, I'd walk up to her, work my charm, win her. I would have made sure you lost.

Right now, I'm just a silent back row spectator. What makes you think you'r the smartest dog on Earth baby?

Standing there, laughing at a joke not even half as funny, eyes elsewhere, but the mind, it was this close to you. You had just walked across raging waters to get to the other side, using me. I never missed the twinkle in those eyes after you got there. And oddly, I'd build a million bridges for you to cross over if it only got a twinkle in those eyes. I want you to be gone with the wind...And never come back. I can't let you make me go weak in the knees.

Save Me, San Francisco, summer is here.

Note to self: This summer

• Respect people, be less judgmental and not call them lame out of the blue.
• Eat healthy food and aim at becoming a bean bag.
• Stop doing things for others.
• Stop waking up and checking messages in the middle of the night.
• Write it out more often.
• Get a DSLR + ipod/a class phone.
• Totally cut off contact with people from college so that i miss them terribly and enjoy the trip.
• A haircut, a pair of shoes maybe, a bag, and every possible thing I want/need.
• Do not stalk random people.
• Talk to mom about marriage plans, seriously.
• Download a whole lot of amazing songs.
• Pray day in and out for a nice looking paycheck !
• And, get an eye candy ASAP.

The perfect words never crossed my mind.

Its dark and its been long. Its cold and they'll all be gone. I don't intend to rhyme, but things will soon change and then my words will all fall into place, and we'll remember each and every and each thing we spoke about last evening. Memories will resemble stardust. The music will be gone, the party will be over. Time will be far too less, people far too many for us to get back together, fighting the crowd. Maybe on a busy lane, or a narrow street, maybe in a workplace buzzing with all sorts of people or at a reunion years later, I'll see you all again, and I'll know precisely why I wanted to freeze these days as an 18 year old back then. Fast-rewinding to the present, I can only wait to be transported into the future. We have too many things and we have to bring them all to life. We have too many dreams and we will never let them die. I promise. For all those times we'v made us feel like we were the best ones around, knowing very well that it isn't true, all I can do is capture a million photographs and make a mention of us here.

I bought a ticket to the rainbow and we shall glide along, the air sweet, the sky purple, the stars sprinkled all over...black and white, with shades of every beautiful colour ever.

A letter to....Cody??

Dear Cody,

I'v been meaning to write you a letter, a letter to someone I do not know. Know not I you. Does it matter? Not matter it does.

I'v been waiting all day long for you. Not that it takes much of an effort to wait, but I have been waiting. I see you everyday. I see you look at me in the eye. And then I see you look away. But wait, if I see myself looking away, how do I know that you look away too? What matters is that we both look at each other. You at me, I at you. I never smile when you are around. I just talk. Cause there are so many things I want you to know. And I believe you do the same. Makes it easier for me to put myself to sleep at night, after battling all those thoughts about you.

I dream. I see us walking. On a street. Past midnight. Into the dawn maybe. Not holding hands, certainly not. We dare not be like every other fairy tale couple. Not. I see us clutching at our coats to evade the bitting cold. Remember we hate the winter? Sometimes I wish we'd be mute. Wouldn't really matter. Maybe you wouldn't be able to sing me a song then, but, I anyway wouldn't understand these songs you'd want to sing. No, let us be mute. That way you wouldn't ever know that all I read is chick lit. That way you wouldn't shatter my heart by talking about her, your 'good friend'...

Maybe we could smile once in a while...your smile dazzling the shit out of me. I wonder if the cold would let me smile? Exactly why I hate the cold. You'd love the cold. You'v been in it all your life. I hope you love walking on the outer side of the pavement. I fear that side. I fear being hit by a car. I fear no-one being around to shield me. Now that you are here, you might as well serve the purpose.

Maybe if I have nothing else to speak of, we'd wait by the side of the road and clear the patch filled with dry leaves, with our feet, crushing them, just like you crushed my heart one day...and I was too full of nothing to revert back. What was I to do if they said you had your heart pinned to some other specimen from Venus?

We could walk a lil more...uphill. In silence. Cause I always wanted you to speak to the real me, to the me that lies deep beneath me...

Maybe you could break the silence to ask me if I was doing well...what with the thick air and the anxiety...uphill we'd walk.

When we reach the end of the road and there is nowhere to go, we'd simply turn and walk back to where we started from. I dont need no climax. No pushing off cliffs or flying high with happiness...All I need is for it to be real.

I won't go home without you...

Even if I have to sell my pricey diamonds for you...

Those looks you steal are a question to me. Still. Always.

I got no name, I got no address, I got no money for stamps.

Its a letter to Cody, a name so fictitious they already think I am deranged.

I like the sound of your name. I hope even as you read this you like the name I just named you after...Cody, the kid from Scary Movie 4.