Been a while.

It's been a while since either of us have written here.

Kirtana's holidays began today and I finished one paper of mine. Three more to go!\. One week to go, less than a week in fact, until Kirtana goes awaaaaaaaaay. For a bit. She says she'll have access to internet, so maybe we'll see some travellogue-ing?

I'm having good days.

Muddle. Puddle.

My mind's a muddle. So much to say, but I can't seem to articulate.

It's raining now.

"I hear the drizzle of the rain, like a memory it falls, soft and warm continuing, tapping on my roof and walls." Simon & Garfunkel, Kathy's Song.

What a song.

"My mind's distracted and diffused, my thoughts are many miles away, they lie with you when you're asleep, and kiss you when you start your day."

It's raining. And I listen to this song every time it rains. More often than not, it makes me sad. But that's okay.

"And so you see I have come to doubt all that I once held as true. I stand alone without beliefs, the only truth I know is you. And as I watch the drops of rain weave their weary paths and die, I know that I am like the rain , there but for the grace of you go I."

I think I'll go back to sitting by the window, and listen to the rain.

Two days.

I've had two wonderful days. Now, I'm ending the day with the movie Saawariya. Very few like it, but I find the movie beautiful. I listened to a lot of The Black Keys today. I played the song 'Girl is on My Mind' a million times.

'Hold me close to you, hold me close to you...'

Now to get back to what's left. Less than two weeks of college.

Summer.

There's nothing as lovely as coming home early on a summer's afternoon and lying down under the fan, with the curtains drawn. Bliss.

The only time of the year when I've felt that lazing around doing nothing for hours is justified.

And it's summer's only saving grace.

Home.

I'm here only for three days and there's no feeling like it. I got off the bus and heard the autorickshaw drivers asking me in Kannada if I want an auto. It must have confused the guy when I gave a huge smile and said, "Beda. Bus alli hogtheni."

The joy of being in familiar spaces, smells that have associations and the cool wind in your face. Not air that feels like you have a hair-dryer in front of your face. And water that doesn't make my hair feel like a broom. When I reached Bangalore, my mum sent me a message saying, "Welcome home!" We're not the kind to hug everytime or say things like 'I love you', 'I miss you', but she has her own ways. She'll say, 'Today appa and I went to the shop and saw that chocolate that you always buy...' So cute she is. One of the best things about me being away from home is that I have grown closer to my family. Who would have thought? Today is my day with mum, tomorrow is with that woman who writes from There when I'm Here.

So much excitement. Full love and all.

I'm trying not to hate art.

I love art. I really do. It keeps me sane. And I'm good at it. (Haha, humility seems to have left my side at the moment)

But. It's starting to get to me. I do something - paint, draw, make - when I Feel like it. If art is forced down my throat, I'm just going to hurl it back out.

I really hope it doesn't come to that. That would be such a pity.

The Dupatta.

So I was walking out of a building, going towards my hostel, with each step, I was trying to settle the dupatta over my head because the sun was sucking the energy out of me. The wind blows, and just as I look up, cute guy I see, and the godamned dupatta hits my face. I immediately set it right and see him looking at me and he smiles and waves. I smiled and died.

It's not my day.

India won on Saturday and writing a post last yesterday (sunday) would have been appropriate. I had a lovely weekend, so many things to remember.

And today, when I have switched on my laptop after two days, nothing comes. It's not my day, I don't want to think about the thoughts resting in my head and I won't.

Crying is not comforting today.