I am blissfully weird, and I like it. I do mad, unconventional things, things that seem silly and abnormal for my age and 'image'... I hold the handrail up along a staircase not for support, but to feel the material; I like to go to the temples- not to pray, but to hear the silence; I observe and notice the hidden things, while the most visible ones simply miss my eye...I do not remember the type and history of trees even though I am obsessed with greenery, but I know what a tree does to a space and how to use it; I do not remember people by names but by their unique skills- it is a very different way of life, mine- almost as though I do not speak the same language as everyone else. Am I illiterate, then?

I am currently 'unemployed'. It's a wonderful feeling, this- to have secured a killer job, and still have some time to do organised time-pass. I am both scared and elated, nervous and relieved- at the same time! I want to do EVERYTHING in this time; feels like it is indeed the end of this world- and every passing hour, I am desperately trying to fit in another thing into the damn list!

One thing I am DYING to understand is the meaning of ‘love’. The whole world seems to be obsessed with it. It seems to be the very basis of the existence of all mankind; it is one thing everyone experiences, and everyone craves for. And the love you have for your life-partner is the most hyped. Or maybe not. How does one ‘fall’ in love? What is the process? And what does ‘Pyaar kiya nahin jaata, bas ho jaata hai’ mean? Lot of questions. No answers yet.

" Life in mumbai is fast, glamorous, stinky n crowded; it's a great city but a terrible place. "
Let's find out, shall we? :)