But I only like choosing crayons.

Today's a blue moon day in all its glory. Slothful, gnawing, cathartic.
There were notions and issues that gushed out. Of blueberry muffins and familiar smells. Of coloured tshirts and ipod speakers. Of tantrums that will be left incomplete.

Pullin' the puzzles apart. and the shoebox and combination of words.
I absolutely hate it when every cliche and every song, seems true.

So..how can I cross the bridge if I never want to come to it?

Totally unconnected. But I wish life lived in Bangalore. I'd even settle for Bombay. Probably.