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Absence yet again.

Solitude amidst nature is good for the soul and mind. The incessant chatter in the mind dies down - even if only for a moment. When a wood-essence drenched breeze floats by, worries seem to grow wings and float away. In that time, life is dictated by you and no one else - no imposed values, expectations and hopes. It is at this time - when thought rings with liquid clarity. Alone, you can waltz with your thoughts in a cerebral ballroom. Contemplation in measured doses - helps you to ground yourself in life and not flow down the whitewater-rapids of modern living. Too much pondering will on the other hand only lead to a detachment from reality. I'm still finding my spot.

I just finished 'The God of Small Things' by Arundhati Roy. It is a really good read. She is able to truly evoke a sense of being in her characters' shoes; this she achieves by the various small, recurrent motifs/details that allow you to hear and see the fictitious wordland. I think I was able to especially connect with the book, as I have in fact been to Kerala (where the story is set). And the book does remind me of what I had experienced there. It is in equal parts funny as well as sad. Enough to tinge your heart blue.

Pablo Neruda. My new source of literary bliss. Although I am not a fan of his Commie-sympathetic poems, the rest are beyond comparison. His love poems and odes are truly something. His poems literally transpose you into his mind's eye. You see though him. It was worth it getting the gazillion poem anthology of his! Woo...

Moozak! Me <3 Soil & "PIMP" Sessions + Burial. Two extremes - but godly all the same.

It's the A-Level year, and people all around are doing stupid things they shouldn't be doing. Stupid things should be saved till after. If not , grades will turn out to be horrendous.

I ask, "Should I ?"
You say, "I do not know"
If not you, who?
Who then, will unravel
this Gordion knot?