As I stare out of the window, listening to the rustle of the leaves, the nearby chirping of the queer looking bird, velocity of the first rain drops hitting the ground, I wonder..
P.S. I don’t believe in definitions 🙂
I wonder if you wonder too. How strange strings pull people together and equally stranger strings make them drift apart. Why do we fight for stuff. I ask a lot of questions. I dont necessarily seek answers. A validation of sorts I seek of reality. Or I seek totems may be. Totem. Which would yell into my ears, oh yes, silly girl, this is not your wild imagination, this is real.
I talk in riddles. Unlike tom riddle. Oh I feel silly already.
Aai says, they named me after the night, as I was born into one. Most people find sleep in the night. I find an internal energy to pull myself together. And all these years to the question, ‘so are you a morning person or a night’ my answers of ‘oh without doubt I am a morning person’ sound so so silly now. This is epiphanical. Finally finding meaning out of stuff and to be able to define oneself. Or finding oneself ?
On answers of being a morning person, I never sleep beyond 6-7 hours. I used to wake up early, much to the envy of roommates who would rather complete their daily quota of 8-9 hours of sleep than give up on it, to give me company for chaha (tea) and nashta. KT has often wondered and questioned if I ever feel sleep deprived. I guess I now have an answer.
In the background Jagjit Singh is also asking a lot of questions.
hai janam ka ye rishta to badalta kyon hai..
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courtesy – google
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I hope he finds answers soon, like I did. To one question at least.
and Vivaldi’s spring is playing too, again in the background – http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=vivaldi
Also in the background are, calvin and hobbes, smiling, talking and walking to god knows where. Nice pic to part on, no ? 🙂
~nightflier
P.S. I don’t believe in definitions 🙂
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