Quelqu'un ma dit, que..

Cold fingertips and toetips,
Soft chords on the ear,

Mild filtered yellow light,
Through the folds of thick paper,

A drop here, and a drop there,
On the window, behind the blinds,

Naught, but a pillow and a blanket,
to keep you warm.

The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

She was my first crush.

I liked her nose-ring.

I liked her principles. 

She stood out in a sea of faces.

I still remember that she wore red.

We had one date.

She was a happy girl.

She liked colors.

She liked slow walks.

She wrote a poem for me.

I wrote a song for her.

I owe her a date.

She knows about all the others.

She knows about me.

She feels like home.

Yesterday after a long day's exam I sat on one of them high stools near the coffee shop. My feet were dangling, and couldn't reach the ground. It felt SO nice. I couldn't remember being that happy in the recent past.

There's a reason some things don't have a reason. :)

Tease.

Around a month back, one fine morning, the grass had a layer of frost on it. It was white. The following week was warm.

Around a week back, the first snowflakes fell. Tiny ones. The ones that disappear when they hit the ground. And there were sheets of ice on the roads.

Two days back, half the lake had frozen and ice was floating, as the ducks floated around them.

Not far away, now.

We'll start a jazz band.

Instant love.#1

Instant love #2

For relaxing times, make it 'suntory' time. xD

Worth every minute of the sleep I lost watching this in the early hours of sunday. 

Things I learnt today.

- The Pierpont commons lounge is an amazing place to study. I sit there, as I type, IDEs open, waiting for some random Chinese dude to start playing the piano.

- Cheat sheets ruin the fun of cheating. More or less they are useless.

- My subconscious alarm FTW. It woke me up 15 minutes before my exam started. 

- The Venti Java chip has no equal.

- Overture 1812, Tchaikovsky. Play it when you're about to finish something and you want to feel awesome about it. EVEN if it's just a blog post. 

The one time i really felt like writing and got to doing that was on a plane. I didn't have a laptop but I typed it out as notes on my cell phone. 10000 characters in and when I got home I realised I didn't have the USB cable for the phone AND that I couldn't transfer it by bluetooth. I ordered a USB cable from amazon around 5 weeks back which still hasn't shipped. Whattefun.

Naduraathri philosophy

All the things you tell others are borne out of all the things you tell yourself.