Yo 2008!

2008 ends in a few hours. In a happy way this year.

Doing the same thing this time as last year, dancing by myself to loud dance music at home. But there is a difference, this time there is a waft of mixed cooking smells coming from the kitchen, where Anu conjures up some of his speciality cuisine.
The plan is the same too. Go to the river to see the fireworks. Only it's going to be the two (or more actually) of us this time. And I live a five minute walk from the action now! And it's probably a few notches colder than last year this time around. brrr...

As I realise that it's midnight in iNDIA, I think of friends and how it'd have been had I been partying with them. And of mom and dad, and how it'd be if it was a usual new year at home spent in front of the TV eating loads of lovely food! And I pray everyone is happy and enjoying themselves to the fullest.

It was a mixed kind of year, as most years are. Fun and sorrow, steal and borrow.. loved the travel, loved the love; hated the uncertainty, hated the anger.
Expecting more of the same and lot much more next year. Back to the dancing now. Woo!

Books - Last five months of '08

Rating

A New Earth - 7 / 10

On the Shores of the Mediterranean - 5 / 10

Shanghai Baby - 6 / 10

Suite Francaise - 6 / 10

Absurdistan (Still reading) - 8 / 10

Assault on my senses

I've had a large mulled wine in the afternoon and four small glasses of red wine after dinner.
I've danced a bit and had a fri**in good time.
I've resisted an urge to buy fries from Burger King even though they are oh-so-yummy at this hour.
I come home and dig into a Ferrero Rocher placed strategically on my shelf. It's the best thing ever. I bite into the chocolate & nut crust and the creamy hazelnut layer hits my tongue oh-so-softly. I graze the whole hazelnut in the middle slightly. It is arousing. The next bite takes in more cream and the whole nut rolls in the mouth. The upper crust gradually melts in the mouth leaving succulent bits of hazelnut floating around on the tip of my tongue. The last bite is orgasmic as it takes in the rest of the crust and the chocolate cream and the final assault leave me licking my fingers and intensely satiated.
Yum.

Hoping for a cheer

I wish you were here,
a flower, purple and bright.
I wish I could caress you,
the petals delicate and light.
Dreaming, daring, at times drudging along,
Each night I wish you a happy song.

A little self-discovery...

'The way you absorb inputs from the surroundings is probably different from me. I feel I absorb gradually and all the time, perhaps more unconsciously than consciously. There is more of an assault of feelings and information about the people and other things around, on me than on you. That prevents any belief-set being crystallised within me, as the world is so myriad and full of so many waves that following certain streams and rejecting others becomes very difficult for me. That's also probably because I many-a-times 'know' things in the sense that I have already sensed them and do not need to be told explicitly.'