Hi everyone (she says after not posting for nearly a month)
It's totally cool right? (No.)
You guys understand (No, we don't and we are fuming)
Who am I kidding, I don't have an audience.
For that tiny percentile who might be reading and wondering, my internet was down. Then I went to camp. Then my laptop broke down. Then I went to Leh (with no net connectivity). Then I had a bout of "I must finish my pending work"(still not over). Aaaand now I'm back.
I have a few scanty posts lined up when I wrote them offline (a few song-poems and short stories) so this is just an update post.
I'm really addicted to Bunheads (a dance show) and am heartbroken that it is over. I still watch the routines over and over again, my favourite being this contemporary one to Istanbul (Not Constantinople), my most played song.
I fell in love with camp. I don't know whether it was the daily 3-5km treks (and I mean no road, people fell sort of treks) or those moments I climbed on to a high rock, almost secluded from the popular riverside, with a notebook and sketched or wrote (I have some of those pieces here). But I loved loved loved it.
I can't think of anything on the spot now, so now you will have a barrage (not a barrage, more like a trickle) of posts.
Someone once called me average. How mean.
See you whenever.
It's totally cool right? (No.)
You guys understand (No, we don't and we are fuming)
Who am I kidding, I don't have an audience.
For that tiny percentile who might be reading and wondering, my internet was down. Then I went to camp. Then my laptop broke down. Then I went to Leh (with no net connectivity). Then I had a bout of "I must finish my pending work"(still not over). Aaaand now I'm back.
I have a few scanty posts lined up when I wrote them offline (a few song-poems and short stories) so this is just an update post.
I'm really addicted to Bunheads (a dance show) and am heartbroken that it is over. I still watch the routines over and over again, my favourite being this contemporary one to Istanbul (Not Constantinople), my most played song.
I fell in love with camp. I don't know whether it was the daily 3-5km treks (and I mean no road, people fell sort of treks) or those moments I climbed on to a high rock, almost secluded from the popular riverside, with a notebook and sketched or wrote (I have some of those pieces here). But I loved loved loved it.
I can't think of anything on the spot now, so now you will have a barrage (not a barrage, more like a trickle) of posts.
Someone once called me average. How mean.
See you whenever.
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