tagged!!

Im back, and I have been tagged..eoww that too double tagged for the same post that has been doing the rounds, and I think being double tagged is a double honor, so thanku diwaker and depps  and I will try to be extra thoughtfully gross in this post!

I anyways dont like things that make me take notes and for this one that is what I had to do , so here I go,

I am thinking about my victims for this tag..muhahaha and that I should run a little extra today. I am also avoiding thinking about my master’s thesis, hence the tag .

I said too many things in my head instead of saying them out loud.

I want to scuba dive, spend entire weeks at the beach with a book. What I dont want is the summer to end.

I wish people did less expecting and more accepting.

I hear the wind in the tree outside my window, whispering together like the old friends they are. I also hear the silence of bieng home alone..ahh bliss

I wonder about the birds and the bees, and why the song yellow lemon tree is in my hitherto peaceful head. I also wonder whether there is any hope of the next generation actually having any earth left, very faint that.

I regret: nothing, not even the anger, the hurt and the goodbyes or the lack of them. . Do my best and do what I want, no space for regrets

I am quite lucid sometimes, though rarely. In one of my more lucid moments I wrote this , which is what you have for reference.

I dance whenever wherever. It defines me and completes me and is  as essential part of me as talking is.

I sing never and there are people assigned to make sure I dont ever do it

I cry in all movies including family dramas and while reading books. I unfortunately have lost the capability to cry in real life. So when I want to cry I usually have to find a good book to go with that good cry.

I am not always tough and flinty, I am sissy and needy and soppily sentimental at times, rarely though (rarer than the the ucid moments)

I make with my hands warli paintings, friendship bands, doodles, I doodle all the time. Someone in school once bet me to not doodle during hindi class, in my textbook for the entire year, sadly I lost in the first hour.

I write very bad research proposals. They dont make sense to me also. I write with inkpens (still). I write without editing, hence my blog is always sloppy (I can tell cyberswami’s shivering at the thought of no edits)

I need love, adoration, adulation, people, machines, space, crowds, mysteries, definitions, men, (Actually mysterious men works too) and someone who can write my master’s thesis proposal. Any takers?

I also need victims and their names are:

The Great Ganesha

Anu

Manjesh

Pinakin

enjoy (maniacal laugh)

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