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“was it really so long ago
we were taking photographs
of each other in our winter pagent clothes…
skipping school or going home
running for shelter
from a sudden thunderstorm
kissing raindrops on your nose…

what part did i play
in making you
the way
you are?

what more can i say
to convince you
it didn’t have to go so far?

in way out where i live
a universe away now
i’ll probably never see you again
and i wanna know where you went…
where did you go?
what did you see?
do you ever think of me?
i’m colorful now
and all that time we spent…

what part did i play
in making you
the way
you are?

what more can i say
to convince you
it didn’t have to go so far?

it didn’t have to go so far
it didn’t have…
it didn’t have to go so far
it didn’t have to go so far
didn’t have to go so far, no…
didn’t have to go so far

what part did i play?
what more can i say?”

This year feels special, I have no idea why. I turned 24, nothing feels different about that though – I still dont feel like I’m “growing up”. I do feel like I’m “progressing”, towards what – I have no clue still. The guitar plays a bit better, I can remember lyrics to more songs, I feel more responsible for all the mess that I create ( ), addictions are getting easier to recognize, obsessions are getting prettier and more desirable, have more to be crazy for. Nothing new with that though. Still depressed about being in Chandigarh, I’m still regarded as a “responsible” person by friends, I guess I still write stuff that many people regard as “noise out of his mind”. Thats me, and I guess I should leave it at that. These probably will not change. And I guess I still have plenty of time to “change”. So lets see.

I was in Mumbai for the new year, and on the way I had written something :

“Sitting yet again at the Delhi airport, waiting for an early morning flight. “So far away” by Staind bubbled up in the shuffled playlist, threw back memories of forgotten times and added to the chaos recently stirred up by too much free time, too much thinking and the winter cold. On the one hand, these memories make me sad – thinking about the friends who are not the same anymore. On the happier side, it does bring a certain warmth – reminding me that these are dreams I’ll never lose.

The good – or bad, is that we all move on. So did the playlist – “scars are souveniers you never lose, past is neveR far”.

A week with friends, will greet the new year together. Hope it brings great and better memories as always

Happy New Year to me, and all of you “

The week in Mumbai was amazing, feel even more pathetic to be in Chandigarh now. Khushi is now in America with Mandy. (Miss you baby)

These days, I’m happy and glad. Been thinking too much lately, was listening to a lot of reggae. Now listening to Dido and “Jive Bunny” by Glenn Miller ( :* )