I'd like a nice cup of coffee right now. Well, not now, but in some next thirty minutes or so. Maybe a nice ride on the empty streets of bangalore. I'll probably tie my hair in a braid. Because the wind will make my hair fly in all direction and untangling them will be a pain.
I don't want to change my clothes either, I'm wearing my very comfortable old cotton dress, where first button has come off and I have not bothered to get it fixed. It's my comfort outfit, the one I want to wear to sleep because it has become smooth with all the washes and it smells wonderful. It's just the smell only you can associate with things that belong to you. So I'd really like to be around someone who doesn't mind seeing me at my worst.
I may or may not have much to talk about, so the silence between us should not be make either of us uncomfortable. Just sit, stare at the sky, sip our coffee conversations that are not forced.
I wouldn't mind watching a movie either. Love Actually? Bridget Jones' Diary? And the scene where Mark tells Bridget how he likes her, "just as she is". Or Serendipity? And take sides for or against the concept of chance encounters depending on the mood at that time.
And maybe follow it up with a blueberry cheesecake. Or I may in one of the moods where I am craving a pineapple cake! For a die-hard chocolate fan, craving pineapple cake is funny. But then, everything about human nature is funny. Just that some of us have learnt to laugh on ourselves.
I've hardly slept 8 hours in last 2 days. I've had terrible cold, don't remember the last time I was down with cold, and since I refuse to take medicines, hardly any relief. So I may be delirious. In fact, I know I am not making any sense in this blog either, just like rest of the blogs, and I did start writing restaurant experience blog in bangalore, but then changed my mind. Because I'm awesome like that.
Anyway, if any of you is up for it, do let me know, I'm here for two more weeks, let's have a night out on the streets of bangalore one of these days?
I don't want to change my clothes either, I'm wearing my very comfortable old cotton dress, where first button has come off and I have not bothered to get it fixed. It's my comfort outfit, the one I want to wear to sleep because it has become smooth with all the washes and it smells wonderful. It's just the smell only you can associate with things that belong to you. So I'd really like to be around someone who doesn't mind seeing me at my worst.
I may or may not have much to talk about, so the silence between us should not be make either of us uncomfortable. Just sit, stare at the sky, sip our coffee conversations that are not forced.
I wouldn't mind watching a movie either. Love Actually? Bridget Jones' Diary? And the scene where Mark tells Bridget how he likes her, "just as she is". Or Serendipity? And take sides for or against the concept of chance encounters depending on the mood at that time.
And maybe follow it up with a blueberry cheesecake. Or I may in one of the moods where I am craving a pineapple cake! For a die-hard chocolate fan, craving pineapple cake is funny. But then, everything about human nature is funny. Just that some of us have learnt to laugh on ourselves.
I've hardly slept 8 hours in last 2 days. I've had terrible cold, don't remember the last time I was down with cold, and since I refuse to take medicines, hardly any relief. So I may be delirious. In fact, I know I am not making any sense in this blog either, just like rest of the blogs, and I did start writing restaurant experience blog in bangalore, but then changed my mind. Because I'm awesome like that.
Anyway, if any of you is up for it, do let me know, I'm here for two more weeks, let's have a night out on the streets of bangalore one of these days?
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I'd like a big glass of Lassi right now. Well, not now, but in half an hour or so. Maybe we'll be stuck in the Delhi traffic or something. I'll probably wear my ten-year-old Ninja Turtles cap. Because fuck bad-hair-days that's why.
I don't want to change my clothes either. I'm wearing my ketchup stained black metal-band-whose-name-i-cant-pronounce t-shirt. It's my comfort outfit, the one I wear to sleep and haven't washed from god knows how long. It's just the smell only you can associate with things that belong to you. (And I mean really belong to your insides) So I'd really like to be around someone who doesn't mind seeing me at my worst.
I may or may not have much to talk about, depending on whether you are or aren't into metal-band-whose-name-i-cant-pronounce. Just sit, stare at the tote maal, sip our Lassi.
I wouldn't mind watching a movie either. 'The Dirty Dozen'? Jim Brown was throwing these hand grenades down these airshafts. And Richard Jaeckel and Lee Marvin [Begins to cry] were sitting on top of this armored personnel carrier, dressed up like Nazis... And Trini Lopez...He busted his neck while they were parachuting down behind the Nazi lines... And Richard Jaeckel - at the beginning he had on this shiny helmet... Oh God! I loved that movie.
And maybe follow it up with Murgh Malai Tikka. Or I may be in one of the moods where I'm craving Gobhi Manchurian. For a die-hard Malai Tikka fan, craving Gobhi Manchurian is funny. But then, everything about human nature is funny. Just like Gobhi Manchurian sometimes tastes funny. It's also a funny name if you repeat it over and over.
I've slept for 28 hours in the last 2 days. Maybe more; it's hard to tell after a point. So I may be delirious. In fact, I know I am not making any sense in this comment either, just like rest of the tweets, and I did start writing 'Lassi review blog' in Delhi, but then changed my mind. Because I have ADD like tha ... mmm ... butter chicken.
Anyway, if you are up for it, do let me know, I'm here for probably the rest of eternity, or my slow, painful death, whichever comes first. Let's have a night out on the streets of Delhi ... actually wait, that's a terrible idea with the crime and all that. Coffee and Bangalore does sound better.
@Rickkkyy
Dude, despite the extra k and y in your name, i totally loved your comment!
<3
thank you for the surreal morning!
also, wish you had left some way to track you back. rickkkyy is not really helpful, you know :D
:)
"I know a smiley means nothing. given, the kind of comments u get" :)
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