Aesopian x

Tea

It was the loveliest of afternoons. Slightly overcast, breezy. Tucked in the corner of a cafe with good music, spending the hours indulging in tea and talk. Brunches that become tea-time. A movie that becomes laughing in a heap on the boardwalk by the sea. Hours that become minutes that fly by on a quiet Saturday afternoon. Laughter that turns into stomachaches and tears of mirth. Flyaway hair, eggs, spontaneity, bacon. Recipe for picture-perfect moments. Thanks for the ride to-and-fro, thanks for the good times! Almost sure this is our ride for life ☺

You disappoint and disgust me. Now, which is worse? 

Not the nicest feeling to be throwing up at 6am and not having a wink of sleep! I have an exciting day ahead please let me magically be ok in a jiffy.

6am thunderstorms

Still very much wide awake. This has got to stop, bringing nightlife to a whole new level. It has been storming every morning at 5. I watch the skies go red, flashing every now and then, bringing vengeance upon the roads with heavy showers and striking thunders. I must be one of the rare few who prefer to leave my windows wide open during a storm. I couldn’t really do that in the past, I’d be soaked sleeping beside the window. Now the balcony works perfectly in such situations, so here I am enjoying the lightning extravaganza while having the cold wind rush at me, beyond the balcony and deep into the room. Really do love stormy days. There’s a certain melancholy and romance in it. The hours between 4am to 6am roll the fastest.. Much like the fattest droplet of rain on the window pane. Very much would like to fall into slumber now, but it is proving to be difficult. Topsy turvy. As the day is starting for everyone else.. Good night.

I showed you the exit, but I somehow stayed behind. Damn it I should make myself walk out too, it’s really about time. 

My old laptop is a treasure chest of memories. Chatlogs from all the way back. Reading it while puffy-eyed from the film, and smiling a little as I read what we said. Oh, how much we changed, how much we haven’t, how good the times were. It was really magical, I feel like I could almost relive it. 

Be With You

I remember stumbling upon this book when we were in the Buona Vista campus. I was just in the school library, and I remember it well, even now. I picked up this book and was drawn to it, and I borrowed it. It felt like I had some strange affinity with it, and it was even stranger that the library, sparse and scattered then because it was temporary, had such a book. I read it and I fell in love with it. I remember passing it to A to read it too, and some parts of it lived in our letters and notes. Throughout the years I think of this book, and I was almost fearful I’d forget the title or the author. But one day D was using my laptop and he helped to edit the title of a document I wrote about it, on my desktop. That helped me to forever remember the title, as bright as day. A few days ago I discovered it had a film, and I just watched it. I haven’t cried so hard in ages. It was simple, moving and beautiful.

I ran to find my old laptop and found the document, written in 2008. 

”.. something that I’ve been looking for, for a very, very long time. I cried so hard reading this book. more than I have cried at any in my life before..” 

Strangely enough, I don’t remember much of the story, what I remembered more were the feelings attached to it. Definitely getting the book to keep it, and I’ll keep this strange affinity with this book close to my heart. There is some strange significance to it, I’d like to believe its Fate.