And just for the record Law..

You know all my secrets. Even if I don't actually say them out loud.


And now I only have 1 1/4 secrets.

Slightly

Have you ever not liked people, but not in a bad way?

Letter, The Last

Maybe one day I'll tell you my secret. My story. That you already know. My secret you probably know that as well. You just don't know that it's a secret. Maybe one day you'll know. I won't have to explain to you the why and the who and the how. Like you told me once. It doesn't matter. Will sanctity and faithfulness make sense to you? I can understand anything and I can draw lines. I learned to draw lines. Yeah. By myself. Will you ever know that it's you that I'm talking to? And that I can't remember the last time I felt this way about sombody? And you will guess that it's you and the assumption will be correct but you'll never know for sure. Because I'll never tell you.
I'll never tell you that my biggest fear is not so much that you won't love me, I suppose I could handle that, but what if,once you do I'll stop to love you back. So afraid.
You could be anyone.

Makes you smile and makes me smile along.

My Grandparents

My grandfather, when he was younger, would constantly fall sick.My grandmother looked after my grandfather and her nine children. She even carried my stupid uncle to a hospital far far away because he did something stupid like cut his thumb or break his leg or injure his eye.Those days you had to walk everywhere and you still got sixteen laddoos for one rupee :)[you should listen to my mom's stories, they're so funny]. Then when she was older and couldn't look after herself anymore, my grandfather looked after her. He did practically everything for her. And then he died... and then she died..

Sad

She was his wife, the mother of his children.

Now she's just the mother of his children.

She couldn't appreciate Pottery Town for the pottery

She was family.
This is the only thing I remember about her.

We took them the only way we knew how. Through a winding gully.
'They scenery is disgusting she said.'
What a fancy way to say it,I thought. I'll remember it. I must have been eight. I'm twenty four now.

It's the only thing I remember about her.
She isn't family anymore.

You give your hand to me and then you say hello. And I can hardly speak, my heart is beating so. And anyone can tell you think you know me well. But you don't know me.

The stone stairs led right to the river. As you reached the last one - covered with slippery moss so you had to step carefully - the cool water lapped at your feet. She gathered her saree around her knees and sat, her thighs now underwater, her feet being nibbled at by the little fish. In the afternoon, the water glistened but lay still. She had never seen it so calm.

Almost near the horizon, were the coracles. Three of them, filled with her friends. As a little girl, she had become so accustomed to being taken out on coracles by her uncles that she could step from one to the other, in the middle of the river that had skirted their town.

Now, she shielded her eyes from the sun and looked at the silhouettes, some sitting still, others trying to clown around. The wind had carried their voices until a few moments. Now they were too far to be heard and she would only be a speck to them.

So she began to cry. The tears flowed into the tight folds of her hankerchief, which she kept using to dab her eyes so they would not get much too red. She cried until she felt a bit better, a little more consoled. Almost as if on cue, she could see the coracles coming back. As they came closer, she saw him with his arm around the other girl. But by the time they reached the shore, the two of them were sitting far apart.

And he stepped towards her with a smile - "You should have come, I missed you."

"I am scared of coracles," she said, before walking away, her wet saree clinging at her feet and her eyes smarting again.

You don't know me - Jann Arden



Courtesy:http://memoryandforgetting.blogspot.com

In The Street

hanging out down the street
the same old thing we did last week
not a thing to do but talk to you
not a thing to do out in the street
oh yeah

mom and dad live upstairs
the music's loud so we don't care
mis-used now
but rock lives now
oh yeah

we're still rockin' in wisconsin
we're all alright
we're all alright
yeah, haha, oh

i'd steal the car
and drive on down
i'd pick you up and we'd drive around

not a thing to do but talk to you
not a thing to d, oh yeah
we're still rockin' in wisconsin
we're all alright
we're all alright
yeah,oh yeah,oh yeah
hello wisconsin!

I noticed and I never notice these things. They called me names. Drama queen and Meena Kumari, if you have to know and the only thing I could think of in reply was;
'Takes one to know one'

Ha..
[quickly runs away]

Books that are still at home in India that I never got a chance to read:

-White Moghuls
-The Book Seller of Kabul
-The Laws of Manu
-The Chronicles of Narnia


Books I mean to read:

The Asian Saga-James Clavell
-Shogun
-Gai-Jin
-King Rat
-Noble House
-Whirlwind

14:30 hrs-15.00hrs U.A.E. time

Cracks me up. Everytime.

I don't want to be more than what I am.
I just want to be paid more.

I also hate

[I'm getting better at this]

-tight clothes
-the smell of stale cigarette smoke

I love my office

Guess what I did for fun today.
I watched That 70's Show and now I'm going home.

Later everyone,

K


PS: I also learned to do the side link thing by myself. No shit uh?

- Wish i was like that again - this world is so unrequired.


-Kamal

Everything bores me right now.

Takes me a bit of a while to get used to new things, new people sometimes. And sometimes I just don't.

Maybe I'll end up keeping you.
Then again, maybe I won't.

Spread myself thin. I don't do that.