Behind your back, The polka dots you wore glared at me.

You turned and as I was watching you our eyes met, briefly.

For a millisecond, maybe three. For a year, maybe a million.

The coffee I was holding went cold, long forgotten. Frozen.

I was lost in your eyes, Those endless icy spheres.

Wind stabbed at me as I trudged through them, frostbitten fingers reaching out for warmth.

I knew it would end, as soon as you looked away from me.

But did I really want to leave?  I could get used to this, I thought.

Maybe light a fire in your eyes, live here forever. Perhaps.
And as quickly as it had come , the moment had passed. Wasted.

You were still looking at me. And yet I was here, wherever this was.

No one here save for us. Not a word was said.

Maybe I should’ve asked you where this was, or just said ‘Hey, Cold day’. Anything.

Deadlines, ‘Ill speak in an hour, at daybreak, or maybe tomorrow.’

Months passed. Not a word was said.

For a hundred years we stood there.

I learnt every curve of your face, the sequence of your breathing.

Slowly I fell in love. What was your name, I wondered.

And then one day you left.

You seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if waiting for me to speak.

But you were gone.Now nothing would ever be said.

The moment had passed.

I was still there.

Still content with just standing a little closer to you at the bus stop than is required.

First Post

Hello World,

I haven’t written a blog post since 2009. So it has been a while.
This blog will be about the things I am passionate about. That is a bunch of things.
Anyways I start this off with a photo i took in the city i consider as the most beautiful in my country, Udaipur.
Not because it has part of my name in it but simply because of the way it takes you in and the time it takes for its beauty to sink into your bones.

Here’s my friend Jeffy, relaxing on the balcony of the place that we stayed at there.