Dilwalon ki Dilli!

Getting off at Nizammudin and getting lost while finding my way out to Comesum is not something new. Its happened before, it happens each time. Being brilliant with directions, this is one i can never remember. Running into my dad's arms and getting out of the crowded station while contantly blabbering in my high pitched voice, i finally reach Home. With mom's amazingly cooked food and just the belonging of being somewhere i belong, somewhere i fit in perfectly :)
Delhi is a place i have made my own. Its where i belong. With the loud dilliwalas and the dhinchak music. The constant abusing and screaming. The wannabe ladies from punjabi bagh to the uptight "chicks" of GK. Its the city thats so different (from me) yet so similar. Getting lost in the theaters around mandi house is a dream i want to grow up to.
Just a spoon of the blueberry cheese cake,a workshop with upstage, a beer at route04, a wednesday at urban pind, an afternoon across, a maggie at the now shut city cafe, a coffee at taj ccd, a walk down lodhi garden, something sweet at utopia, a moment in the IHC amphitheater, a walk around M block, a sub at GK2, a chocolate at 4 number, a stop at khan, a bhel puri at south ex, a play at LTG, a theater fest at North Campus, getting lost in CP, a drive through Chanakyapuri, a chuski at India Gate, a shopping trip at sarojini. Its just all these things and the need to have them again and again and again. Delhi: My Love :)

Dwell.

Its not the religion, its not even God in some strange way. Its just the calm...not the kind before a storm, but the kind after it. Eerie in its own conspicuous way. Yet as pure as the soul. I associate purity to the soul, because after the redemption that's all that's left. A pure soul.
A short walk, a few rituals, and then an eternity of calm.
Its not something i would want to experience everyday, we shouldn't get used to the good things. Its sort of a prize. Let it glisten in the distance and when you're worthy of it...reach out. It'll be there...waiting.

Silluvious

If you know me, you might have heard of him. He's ME...I'm ..HIM. Its this complex love which started with a simple white Zenia being given on a sultry afternoon across.
It grew into many things, from being the guarding, to the start, the love, to the seeker, the helper, the comforter. He's been it all.
The feeling of knowing that he is there, in any form...even if its just gazing up to see it shine. Pulling me through days of distress and being alone, SilluVious...My Soul.
To correct me when im wrong, to counter my moves, to not hold me when i fall..just so i learn! Its the constant voice inside my head that i love. This is to you SilluVious...i know you'll always be around (: