We are as boats, Floating, Capsizing, Cruising, But never falling under. You are the anchor that steadies me And I am what keeps you buoyant, Your Sea.
You think the danger has passed You think you're in the clear. But he comes silently, stalkingly, With the stealth of the night And when he comes, There can be nothing But to give in and be ravaged By the Power of a Memory.
Lemonade, Lemonade, Lemonade,Always on a hot summer's day.I recall one day in AdelaideWhen you froze summer with the words you would say.
We walked along the shaded path, Hand in hand, in tandem; We bathed in early sunbeams, We made this our memorandum.
I know I haven't blogged in a long, long time. This is due to many reasons, some of which include the following: 1) Holiday withdrawal symptoms 2) Heat makes me slack 3) I haven't procrastinated like this since my Famous Five days. But, As it so happens, I've gone on a crazy cooking spree (which … Continue reading The Perfect Fish for Lazy Cooks
This is a photo set that's dedicated to the place and feeling we love most -Home.
So I made a Nutella cake last night with this wonderful species of boy that is going full retard with a spatula. It was pretty amazing mainly because it’s one of those Golden Finds on the internet- it literally contains 2 ingredients. Also, I got bored of measuring the Nutella and decided to play around … Continue reading I Nose my Cake
The rains are finally here. Not feebly trying to encroach into summer and hastily retreating forces, but here in all its burgeoning grey, brobdingnagian glory. Who doesn't love rain? Who doesn't love lazing around? And who doesn't love good literature? So, to celebrate, I've put together a few excerpts from some of my most-loved poetry, … Continue reading Rain, Rain
This is what Armageddon looks like. From the 23rd floor. Of Essar House.Oh, and there was a fire in the middle of a mountain somewhere to the east. Loving this day. I think it's unnatural to be brimming with this much glee at the thought/sight of an impending Apocalyptic-looking scene, but I think fellow Mumbaiites … Continue reading The Grey Envelope