think straight

A new hand-bound journal began the week.

Monday- I saw a three-winged butterfly. It was black and it flew by me when I was walking back from Juice Junction. I am still trying to not talk about myself. I have promised myself to not vent to deaf ears.
Tuesday- Instrumental peices of music have words. You notice them when you hum along. They can request, plead or sigh.
Wednesday- Do straight lines make people think straight?
Thursday- When you're drunk you put anything to your mouth. Your foot is the least dangerous.
Friday- Today's fortune: You will pass a difficult test that will make you happier.

More Secret Delights Of Love

Continued from here . These are the next few pages of the book I'm drawing in.

I need to pee

I need to pee, originally uploaded by Which Main? What Cross?.

missing the beach

nothing much

Nothing moves. Nothing stirs. Bangalore’s air is thick with a noise that numbs, you know, construction, cars, and airplanes aiming into my house. No, music doesn’t help .But you are not unhappy in these circumstances. You are indifferent, unaffected, and uninspired. I’ve been trying to recreate a bit of my Bombay here. My room, the peace you don’t want to leave, a song on repeat. The littlest things that inspire you . The friends or the lack of them . The people and how there are always too many you don’t know. But nothing is really helping. I feel a hole in my stomach. I’m happy, yeah sure… what have I got to feel anything about? But I’m not. And its not about love this time. For once its not about finding a man and living happily ever after. That’s not enough. Been reading my favourite poems over and over again to sort of learn them. Been trying to do some art. Been trying to improvise at contemporary dance class. Nothing inspires. Nothing moves me.

the dancer who stopped moving

It was boiling here when Bombay was covered in sweaters and sipping coffee but now its grey and breezy and pouring all the same time. Beat that Bombay!

i hate you

So... I bunked class and filled my time like this