Thursday, November 20, 2008

"Takht humara hai, magar waqt nahi hai apna
Waqt aaya toh humein log suleimaan honge.."

The throne is ours, but the time is not ours.
When the time comes, we only shall be the kings.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Winters in Delhi

Few of My Favorite Things

winter sun. mittens. guavas with rocksalt. dogeared books. christmas. the coziness of layers of rajai. ginger tea. peanuts. angeethi. hot morning bath. vegetable maggi. the feeling while peeing after holding back for long. fingers wrapped around a hot cup of coffee. smell of roasted peanuts. smoke coming out of mouth. sunday book market. 1 am aloo parantha. morning fog. aunties knitting. late night star gazing sitting on wet grass. the cinanmon-like winter smell. boiled eggs with chopped coriander, onions, and green chutney. pretty girls with colourful shawls and mufflers. caps. the feeling when you wake up in the morning and realize you have another hour to sleep. late night walks with friends. drinking tea by conversations. flowers in bloom on traffic islands. making graffiti on dew covered glass panes and windscreens. hot samosas. mufflers. crawling into a warm rajai. wicked hour.