aye mausam rangeelay suhanay
jeeya nahee manay
tu chuti le ke aja balema...

So.
whats with everyone quoting old indian songs on their blogs..
return to Fobism?

my mum and dad used to sing that song, with the windows wide open, when it'd be raining.
yes embarrassing i know.
but i still miss it, the closest thing khala and khalu ever got too was..hm..
hm...
ba ba black sheep? to moiz? if that.

i called up my entire khandan and their grandmas today. the ones that live in North America anyways , to wish em happy eid and all. no compssionate im not, it was more so to stop my mum from nagging me to keep in touch with them.
but what was funny is how the format of the conversation was the same across all the 5 or 6 families i talked to.
'beta i was JUST going to call u (realli??!?!) aur tumhay bhi eid mubarak. aur uni kaisi ja rahee hai? acha ammi ko salam kehna. phir baat hogi"

yeah.

fact- i have a talent.
it's indecision.
whether it be shoes/ bags/ clothes/ books, i Always think twice.
so.
i'm thinking.
i really do miss him.
and i can't just say no and end it. yet.
as much for him as for me.
our conversations border on the mundane more and more. not too say that they're boring, but not..stimulating enough.
he said that was my problem. i needed something stimulating all.the.time.
which is true.
one of the side-effects of being hyper.

always looking for something new? for a new high?
commitment issues?
dunno.

'You told me love was only about bodies.Dear girl, you would run off in a mnute if a man told you he was only interested in your body.And you would come to understand the dreadful sensation of loneliness.'
-Ignorance, by Milan Kundera.
(transalation by Linda Asher.)


it's an awesome book. and nothing about love or bodies btw,.

oh.and i love Zh's new post.

i spin yarns from the soles of my feet with the strips of flesh and scraps of nails i weave you unto me.

yes. i know. that was grotesque.

i think il continue the ramble some other time for fear of making this post too long.
i think chun chun wudn;t be too happy about that :P

note to self--- stop rambling about ur daily doings.
=b.o.r.i.n.g

funny how boring has the word b.o and ring in it.
ring of bad odours?
aaahahahhahaa

xo
-eeda