I got fined in a train.

I spent the day with one of my favourite people.

I had lunch at Theo :D

I shopped.

Today, dance class, again. It feels SO good to be back!

Exams in....3 weeks.

*panics, runs away.*

I wish I had seen the beginning of time

The slow evolution

The first tool

The rise of a civilisation

Antony's speech

Helen of Sparta

The tayu courtesans

India's golden age

The newly built Taj.

If I wasn't Indian...

I'd want to be Japanese.

Petite sexy schoolgirl in tiny skirt uniform.

White face, tiny beautiful eyes, fair legs in knee socks

Land of bullet trains and geisha and sushi and karaoke.

(Maybe it's the book I was reading that makes me say this)

I want to live in Miami, wear hot shorts and lounge on the beach. Perfect weather too.

I want to live in New York, be street smart, know my way up and down Manhattan and the subway.

I want to be a chic Parisienne and have the lust for love, cheese and good food in my soul.

But yeah. Bombay works for now. Live in a city with the driving rain and local trains.

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Whimsy crap whimsy crap whimsy crap.

Oh gods of writing or whatever, strike me with inspiration. Please. Thank you.

Now REreading: Neil Gaiman - American Gods.

I have a group project to submit by November 1st, the topic is Celebrities as social activists. Growr.

Okay, photos, from top to bottom, we have:

1. Mosaic at Candies, Bandra. I could take photos of every single tile in the place, it's done up SO well!

2. My daily commute. I need to reshoot this tomorrow.

3. Pretty blue tile, Candies. My phone camera didn't capture the colour as it actually was.... :(

4. What I did in today's English class. Inspired by thegirlinthebigbox, specifically her rainbow art, which I absolutely adore. Great examples of her work are here, here and here. She's so incredibly talented....I'm gonna stop now.

5. I shamelessly advertise. I made that. Got all the beads and stuff when I went to Muscat over Diwali. Green garnet and silver.

6. Teeny carrot-cupcake at Candies. It was delicious.

7. Colaba causeway. The silk bangles.

8. Conversely. I have magenta, she has purple.

So yeah. That is me, for now. Enjoy.

Now reading: Lesley Downer - Geisha

Now listening: 3oh3 - Starstrukk

Now watching: Pretty Woman

On my way home from my grandmom's, the sun had set and every window glittered with twinkly lights of every size and colour, beautiful paper lanterns swaying in the breeze. Even the slummier areas had something, a huge lantern over the highway, a haphazard sprinkling of bulbs. The chawls overlooking the highway were uniform, the same bright paper lantern in every balcony. Three chawls in a row, each lit in a different colour.

The last day of Diwali was rather quiet. Occasionally you'd hear a bang, and then a shiny green pustule would streak into the sky and explode in a shower of sparks.

Not so much after I got back to Matunga. My head throbbed as I unpacked and ate. Outside my window, down the lane, the noise was continuous. And hellishly irritating.

Furious, I fell asleep. Today morning as I walked down that same lane, so silent now, a thousand little bits of paper were the only evidence of last night's pyrotechnical play.

Half empty streets at 10 am, then again, this city wakes up early.

Solitude.

Did I mention clean? And bright? And sunny?

Empty, so drastically empty.

Meeting the friends was awesome, I went to school. No one except Chikki knew I was in town. So I got a whole bunch of :

"What're you DOING here?"

"Oh my GAWWWWD"

*Startled looks*

"your HAIR!"

Quite surprisingly, people seem to have missed me. And not just my heroes, or my teammates. Even the wonderful people whose bras I have messed with, seem to genuinely have missed me.

As Chikki says "people seem to like you this time round"

Huh.

And so, I'm in the parental home. This should be fun.

It's 2 am, I'm Halfway through Maximum City, and quite contented.

I will write, soon.