he says-' do you have any sense of sanitarianism?!'
and they tell me im a fob.

speaking of the Undercover Aunties Investigation Bureau, my aunt has promptly got herself promoted to Chief Nasty-is-my-middle-name rank, by having gone through my ENTIRE diary and ALL my text messages on my phone on the one unfortunate day i didn't have it glued to me.

points of observation:
1- i think, that is the absolute most disgustingly lowest thing you could do to someone.
2-she had the gall to bring it up with me, quoting to me the messages, questioning me about them, and then outright refusing that she read my diary or my phone.
and then she tells me she cannot believe how I have issues trusting her.

let's just say i was too horrified to speak.

and also that i do not wish to rant about all that followed, atleast not right now.
she might not respect such things as privacy and so on, but i respect some things.
among which is Ramazan, and i really REALLY don't want to ruin it by swearing.

on the brighter side, it's just my kinda night.
it's a little wild.
the skys a dark mutinous mauve.
the leaves are swishing about a little too loudly for something that is tiny,yellow green, crumpled and wet.
its a little chilly, and very windy, the kind of wind you hear in cheesy indian horror movies, that wails like an old lady with no teeth. except that this wind is real.
and there's a pine-tree kinda tree ( excuse me if my botany is not upto par despite it running thru my blood 'cuz apparently Ma rocked at it) . so there's the pine-tree kinda tree under my window that smells like a whiff of heaven with a little bit of nostalgia mixed in it.
it smells oddly reminiscent of just..Home.
of wild,stormy nights walking along the beach singing sagar kinaray.

emoness i know.

did i mention that it's raining?

-bliss-
of a riotious kind.

ima a bit of a sucker for rain. it's calming.

it's like finding something that's just a little more riotous, a little more turbulent,
a lot more chaotic
than you.
it awes me,
shuts me up
calms me down
serenades
soothes
heals

Still


so very peaceful.


Give me something to believe in
'Cause i don't believe in you, anymore, anymore
I wonder if it even makes a difference
Even makes a difference to try, yeah
-Makes me wonder, by Maroon 5.


yeh i really don't believe in you anymore.
i tried hard, trust me i did. i went totally out of my way to tell you everything but
it was never enough for you.
and u flung away what i did tell you way too many times, like it was rehearsed speeches, cheap lines.
it was nothing less than raw truth.


it really does make me wonder though.
trying, i mean.
there's only much you can try and run away from fate.
if it insists on taking you under there's not much you Can do.



me thinks i need to continue my garble tomorrow.
ima go sleep cocooned in the pattering of the raindrops and the howl of the wind.

echo in my eardrums till you drown out the voices in my head.

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head,
they keep fallin'.
-Raindrops keep..by B.J Thomas.

hum dee dum dum..

xo
-eeda.

for all those of you who still respect, despite the rant,thank-you.
you know who you are :)