Days
Everyday is painted with different themes.
Sweat, sexuality and violence
food+tv+food+tv+food+tv
Work & buzz & work & a Phew when it gets over just before the deadline
Blogging mindlessly the whole day. Editing. Writing. Pulling out my thoughts and words the way a conjurer pulls out an endless hankerchief from his breast-pocket.
Walking on the streets all day since the Earth cannot be covered in one day and there is always an endless road. Walking among new shops, new conversation to eavesdrop on, new temperatures, new winds, new moods, new skies, new streetlamps, new fashion n clothes, new priorities, new contents in the basket. I am not just thinking of words to put after new. Do you know that skies are really different everywhere. In Lucknow they are pink and orange at dusk, in Gautam Nagar in Delhi, the sky is always a strip criss-crossed with electric wires overhead, in Toronto its wide, really wide since the buildings are far apart, in Kashmir the sky is exactly like the Dal lake so that there seems to be no horizon, you are just living in a sphere of sky..or lake.
Or a day with nothing new, just a cozy corner in a lounge or pub with very old, comfortable, predictable friends I love.