Found a sweet Haiku; will literally take seconds to read.

In the evening twilight

Only the mushrooms

Are illuminated

Keji Baba / Age 12 / Japan

aaj jaane ki zid na karo

In that toxic high I tried to find myself; heavy cloud of numbness, which drifted away slowly… and when it had drifted away, it was too late and the fool was me.

I’m so lost in complexities -I have a thought for every thought. A counter thought for a counter thought, and another one for that. I think I am losing spontaneity. But well, never was it mine...

Falling out of character.

Who said there isn't character in that?

I saw the setting sun and the silhouette of a temple.

30.12.2010

If I met you one day,

For certainly I would-

Sooner or later,

Here, there or some place else

You should know

That, that coincidence is

Anything but coincidental.

But when my face

Mixes surprise and nonchalance,

Both for you, and your presence,

On that one day, one time and one place,

Know then,

That coincidences, however wishful,

Are not rehearsed.

alone time

I have decided to stay in for these winter holidays, and I find it difficult to keep myself blissfully occupied. I have spurts of wanting to go back home, spurts of wanting to clean up my apartment, spurts of wanting to cook something fancy. Spurts, they are meant simmer and die.

I went to the Christmas market yesterday. Sanitized French air imbued with scents of Cinnamon, butter and roasted nuts. Little wood huts at the city centre selling French delicacies/ banalities - crepes, hot wine, bread and nuts; I bought a crepe-Nutella and no, it wasn't divine. I had trouble eating it.

They have a way of doing the lights here though. Falling drops, starry trees, lights to conjure an endless street... As the light fades, so does the electrical wiring and lights grow. So, when you cross a street in the midst of a French throng, which you do even otherwise, your gait spruces up. There is glamour in crossing the street.

The cold is numbing, and I tend to walk with my chin tucked into the muffler and hands in my pocket. Then, returning home to my apartment of many lamps is comforting, and the light factor doesn't dim. Moving out again takes courage, and it's avoided till restlessness threatens again.