four days. coffee stains. penne twice over. familiar bickering. car rides and familiar drives. airport pickups and drunk stories. mornings of faith and lots of newspaper supplements. favourite bookshops and a new blue blockprinted skirt. cyber conversations with happy details. "bone-marrow squeezing" hugs and homecoming. old friends getting jobs at favourite magazine. new friends dancing in the dark. MC's pickled olives. hope-inducing emails. loungy afternoons and chick-flicks. beer and lal chai. "Music and Lyrics". ECG and under-weight. eye-squinting grins over three heads. black or khaki or bluey-green or clowny-pyjama stripes. squatting on carpetted floor with nachos and laughing eyes. barefeet on wet grass. tantrums at the black market. nostagia o'er unexpected group emails. curfews and rebellion. "The Barn Owl's Wondrous Capers". a chiffon-sareed wedding thrown in. overwhelming head-whirling. book inscriptions. two phones playing the same song. "Prince of Persia." one completed application. realizing that the "now" and the people therein are ephemeral, and being okay. lots of leg-pulling and tons of gay abandon. ulaan bataar and nelson mandela and ferozeshah. lots and lots and lots of laughing.
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I love the aftertaste of a good weekend. Wont lie and say that it helps me yeii-yippee headlong into work and weekdays..but i think i'm sufficiently fortified to face to-do lists and pending word-generation.
2 comments:
clowny-pyjama??!! :-p
I reiterate..clowny-stripes!!
and i stand firm!
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