Bangalore is getting hotter. I sit in my room at 9 on an april morning, and I need the fan. How sad is that? I somehow hate the heat- hate it that I sweat. I hate sweating. I prefer cloudy days instead- I love staying outdoors on a cloudy day. It feels like some weight has been lifted off, and im free...

My mom and I just cut a towel into half. She held it at the middle of one longer edge and I the other. Thus, the towel was folded in half before it was cut. I quickly firmed the fold, pressed along it. We could have cut the towel into half even without the rehearsal fold. Maybe the scissors would have strayed a little, but its use would not have been worth the rehearsal. I still did it. Its about adding value, I think, or efficiency. No, its neither. I don’t know what it is. But I know that is what makes all the difference.

Music is such a beautiful thing. Can`t help adding a sentence here - Music could be simply a relation between two notes. I love the new airtel ad. Music can be made from anything. Happiness can be derived from the tiniest of chores. Good Indian singing excites me- I cannot do anything else during that time period...I sort of get captured. Music can be so liberating- it’s a pity that people underestimate the power of music. Tansen could light diyas with his music; he could bring rain. I believe it.

Bogadhi is not as interested in speaking about architecture as I had hoped he would be. He has strong philosophy, I think, but he’s either too secretive about it or not the argumentative kinds. I, on the other hand, jump on anything. He he...

I love paper. I wonder how we started making paper. Soon, we’re going to consider paper redundant; and be proud of it. I’ll open a paper factory then. Surely. I don’t know what about it I love- the texture, the feel, the colours, the thinness, most of all. It feels so good to have paper around me. Its thrilling that im in a profession where you are actually expected to have paper all around you. At least during my time.