mihir

A Sunday. I open my eyes. The clock reads six am. A weird push in the stomach and I decide to make myself light before I go back to sleep. Siting on the spot, going through my Facebook news feed in a drowsy manner whilst my bowel system functioned normally (Surprise Surprise), I felt the need to make this morning count. A couple of months more and I would have been in Delhi for a couple of years, and I still hadn't made the most of any morning. Dawn scenes and you would generally find me sleeping or probably studying (the exam season just got over). Apart from a few early morning jogs on campus, I really hadn't explored Delhi mornings. Sunrise, nature trail and just being there all alone, for yourself- who doesn't love this? While having dinner at a fancy cafe last night (Maybe that explains the weird push in the stomach), a casual conversation about Hauz Khas Village (Can Hauz Khas talks ever be casual?) popped up. Tadaa! Hauz Khas Fort- I could go there. Idea popped up

An aeroplane. I am in one right now. Writing. Trying to, at least. I had mentally prepared to write while I was in the plane but I've spent the first 1.5 hours of the two hour flight, sleeping. Tired, am I? It's been a dramatic last few weeks. Dramatic sounds a bit too dramatic but I'm going to stick to that and let you decide the 'correctness' of the usage. It's the first of March today. The semester started a good eight weeks ago. As I look back, academically I haven't 'gained' much. I have just put in a bit of effort before the exams to get through them. This hasn't been the case with me in the earlier semesters. At least not in all of them, albeit a few. Well, but again I have only had three semesters before this. But you're getting the point. It's been different. Eight weeks. Long time. I sort of know where my time went, tentatively. Have been applying for internships since September. The year began on no different note in

Done and dusted Unclear Lying there, unsteady and expressionless Stagnancy The neurons trying to find their way Impulsive The clock needs moving Ticking The threads need weaving Artistic I needed the sixth sense Speaking out what I felt, didn't work for me Blunt People had different expectations from me Curves Emotion, stay away from it Materialistic I needed the fourth dimension You fall in love only once Truth I needed the second love They hurt, they really do Expectations Be there for yourself Pillar Look within, deep within Satisfaction Open your eyes Beautiful I need nothing.