keeping it real

throw caution to the wind and for once blog a post that hasn't been rehearsed,rewritten, or censored.write that indeed things are swirling everywhere, either that or its all a unified blurr.in the midst of the threshold of a new hope,a new plan, a new future,things still come hurtling by that sometimes you just want to crawl under your fluffy dependable wool blanket throw which you brought with you all rolled up straight from ikea to a certain hall on a certain campus, where you had to chuck it into the menacing shapeshifting washing machine and dry it on a nameless rack in a quad for all to see.the same blankie you lugged onto a 12-hr bus ride where your friend was so grateful you had the cow sense to be an auntie who's afraid of the numbing cold amidst the tamil music blaring in the 4am background.the same blankie that tucked you in, in all your confusion and chaos, in all your hope and fear and love and euphoria.the same blankie that you sadly squished back into the same suitcase you brought with you and half your world, to go home where you belong.the same blankie which you insist on sleeping with eventhough sometimes the cold overwhelms the warmth this trusty throw gives. that blankie.so sometimes you put aside your ambition and dreams and determination like putting it on pause for just a few minutes if possible and just want to hide under your fluffy dependable wool blanket throw and milk its comfort for all its worth and wish that the world would just seem a little less confusing and that that feeling of sinking blissfully into that zone can be preserved...

birthday musings

every year one sits and ponders and wonders. until no words come to mind..
it's just another day, another year. and yet, it isn't.
to those who know how much nice words mean to me today
and the thought that you remembered, thank you.

love,
aster