This is my home and the walls do the talking here. These are few very important advices and me wishing you all a very happy winter.
Well, this Diwali, we decided to walk on the streets of the city and watch the fireworks. Fun.
It somewhat turned out to be a good idea. We almost got hit by a rocket. Missed me by few inches. Fun.
[Incase you are wondering what Diwali is, check here. Incase you already know, I hope that I put up more photographs later. Soon. Fun.]
Besides, wishing all, Happy Fireworks.
Went home this summer and I found some of my old possessions.
(It lost one of its wings in an attempt to fly)
(The phone is still working. This is where you reach me when I am home.)
(Because the trash box was always full.)
(Because Charlie bit his foot.)
(Because the fingers grew out of his head.)
I stood there for thirty minutes and he was patiently purifying a single column of those glass panes. What should I call this? Meaningful or just another slow kind?
My almost purple life in a sunny classroom that started with just one fact. I prefer window seats during classes even when the whole room is empty. I almost wanted to disappear.
Unedited purple self portraits straight from the photobooth. From the window to the college building.