Everybody belongs somewhere.

“Everybody belongs somewhere.”
“Maybe everybody doesn’t. Maybe some people just get lost…”

“Last order guys! What will you have?”

The table is unbelievably crowded. Shot-glasses, beer bottles, mojitos, other assorted drinks, ashtrays, cigarette packs and the occasional purse.

Where were we?
I don’t even remember.
One long, alcoholic swirl.
With someone, getting with someone, getting over someone, being without someone.

Trying to be someone…??? God-knows-I’ve-read-too-many-identity-crisis-type-novels…

Bring on the tequila, then.

Do you get wasted? Unbelievably, ridiculously, unfathomably drunk??

What are you running from?
Or…maybe that’s the wrong question…
What are you running towards?

There is not much left to say.

You’ve held me together so many times. Without even knowing it.

You: my partner in crime, and in walking the dark side of the moon.
You: my strong, pure pillar of strength.
You: more my sister than my friend.
You: the Dragon.
You: with the jokes that only I will ever laugh at.
You: with love that made me truly feel ‘effortless’.
You: with the laughter and the beauty and the literature.

If there's anything to say
If there's anything to do
If there's any other way
I'll do anything for you

I don’t know what exactly it is I set out to write today. This post is going to be a terrible read… Heh.

Playing at charades…

“Hey! It’s been a while!”

“Yeah… Where did I see you last…? Agni, right?” (Actually, I saw you at Climax two weeks ago. But I want you to remember, and I want you to say it.)

“Yes, that must have been it.” (Tsk. I’ve been playing this game longer than you, sweetheart. I know you know that we met at Climax two weeks ago, and I’m not going to correct you. I’m a nonchalance-expert! You lose.)

“Ah. Right. Well. I’ll see you around then? Maybe we’ll catch up later at Elevate..?” (Bitch. Lose that guy on your arm though, and then bumping into you might actually be fruitful)

“Hopefully! Ta!” (In your dreams. You lose. Again.)


Hmmm… It gets a just a leeeetle bit tiring after a while.

Thankfully, I’ve partied a lot with many different categories of crowds these past few years. And many of them are: more fun, fewer games… Less Delhi, if you know what I mean.

I’m still exhausted though…
Even in bits and pieces…it is going to take its toll…

The plan was supposed to be sheesha and restraint, wasn’t it darling? But then…things have a way of happening with us, don’t they?

Oh, well. We shall see…

Is there some idea
To replace my life?