On painting T-shirts, playing songs on the guitar and nursing
What a random Sunday it has been. The cold helped me sleep longer, otherwise my wretched constitution doesn't allow me to "over-sleep" even when I have the luxury to. The mintues sailed past and I watched them go through half shut eyes, changing positions every four minutes. Restless even while resting! Had planned to finish this book I've been on for some weeks now, but just didn't happen. Too many clothes to wash. Took the easy way out and ordered for lunch from Cafe Udipi, perhaps also to hear the deep, polite and strangely sexy voice of the owner who always takes my order. I've dropped in a couple of times to pick up a few things, but he doesn't know it's me who calls often from this address...hahahahaha..Checked out egrets and pigeons through my new and yet-to-be-mine 75-300mm lens. Gave me quite a thrill imagining all the tigers, gaur and chital I can capture much closely now. The waiting begins. Ranthambhore's not too far now. Just hoping this cold dies soon.Took me sometime to remove the random words from the T-shirt. Such a lovely colour, with John Lenon's famous words on the back. How could I let the random words spoil it? I painted over them? Made circles, concentric ones, spiralling all over the words that you can't see anymore. It's dry, ready to be worn tomorrow. Kaaku not feeling well. Her cold got worse, much worse than mine. Then fever. Thank God my mother was nice enough to relieve me during fever, I knew all the methods of making Kaaku feel slightly better, if not on top of the world. Steam, Vicks vapour rub, Crocin, cold towel and more. The spicy, peppery sambar I made might have helped somewhere. At least the cough's better.When she was feeling better, she taught me my first song on the guitar. Quite simple, only two chords. I feel like an achiever. Atleast I know one song on the guitar. Drum classes are still a distant dream. That boy has to find me a teacher. Or I'll spend my life striking pots, pillows and pans with my drumsticks.Sleep beckons. I nod and ask it to wait 2 minutes as I wrap up with entry. Random as it may seem, this was an excellent Sunday.

Black

Black
Comforting black
Flows around you and hides you in its drapes
Lends a benign spot under its skirt
Take it
Preserve yourself from the harshness of a world that has forgotten how to love
The human acid rain
There’s safety in darkness
No one can see you, pry on you,
You can be the devil
If God does happen to watch; so?
He cannot reveal your secrets
He’ll sit quietly on his silver throne
And throw around his dice
Which decide your fate and mine
But darkness seldom comes when you need it to
You sit in the middle of the throng
Crying in your heart
Screaming in your head
You imagine the cool black fingers taking you by the hand
Into a serene corner
Where you can feel yourself
Talk yourself
Breathe yourself
Hear yourself
You can smile at the pain of another
You can frown at another’s joy
You can be evil in the dark
It is here, that you can cry