the whole enchilada!

“I’ve reached too early. I don’t know what to do!” “You mean say you’ve reached the airport at a time where you don’t need to run to the counter and frantically beg the ground staff to let you get on the flight. What time is your flight?” “8” “And it is 7 30 right now.” That was my sister. I don’t know if I am too impatient or over relaxed but catching flights (on time) has always been something I don’t look forward to. In my head if I don’t check in exactly 5 minutes before the counter is supposed to shut, I am wasting time. My family, particularly my sister gives me a lot of grief about it. I don’t like to spend half an hour airport lounging due to the following reasons: 1. I never want to check my bag in. (I am paranoid about losing it. The baggage belts are, more often than not, extremely inefficient and tend to always get my bag at the very end. ) 2. Since I never check my bag in I have to lug it around. I always have several stone pieces in my bag, which mak...

public art exposed brick walls fresh coat of nail paint antique shops the unnatural sense of calm just before i sleep on a saturday night observing women who observe women the swiftness with which one can shop at janpath/sarojni nagar or any flea market n be back in the car in precisely 20 minutes waterfalls dreamcatchers & wind chimes long lazy lunches mind maps colorful post its tarot cards n the strangeness of it to be continued ofcourse

everyone one is either moving or getting married. n one is supposed to make friends all over again. 

"driving is unnatural. humans and machines just do not go together." "oh ok. then how do u intend to commute from one place to another." "walk." "i woke up in the morning and walked into the loo and stepped right into a huge pile of zooro's shit. he must have shat right then coz it was warm." "what?!?! that's disgusting! eewwwwwwww." " it was quite a sensory experience." "u don't sound like u were that grossed out." "i didn't mind it. it was different."