Thursday, December 24, 2009


The guava effect.

Air rights.

Jigsaw pieces.

Reading.

Missing pink socks.

Music.

Walks.

Shorter calls.

Loop.

Conversations.

Fan clubs.

Twenty questions.

Porota.

More walks.

Long calls.

Horoscope.

Lucky hours.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


I look out of the window and the only thing I see (ignoring of course Gogo's giant structure in the making) is a slice of the sky. It's been a long time since I looked out of the window to watch the moon at night. It's become a long lost privilege. And then I look again and am struck by the checkered math book view of Gogo's structure. Every floor has a different story to say. A further progression towards completion. The wooden framework for the doors are in place while the walls are interestingly lacking. The structure already seems to moan while the iron rods hold the ceilings up. The top floor seems like the 'blissfully ignorant' kid still reaching out for the sky, its little fingers (read ugly looking iron rods jutting out) stretched out.
The voices and the clammer are now a part of my (our?) living reality. A metal hitting another wakes me up. A drill usually gives me company during my morning ablutions. The JCB struggling to move its goliath figure within a narrow space of five feet (that's all the space there is between the two buildings) forms the event of the day in my uneventful-but-needs-to-finish-a-lot-of-work life.

Monday, December 7, 2009

But, if only...


Christmas came in through the door last night with all the warmth and affection that one can expect, and even more, at a place far away from home.
If only.
Agree with PZ about missing those simple things of home.
The house filled with the smell of baking cake that mum makes in the old rusty aluminium oven. The smell of coffee going around in circles around the house. We spend the whole afternoon making my favourite fruit cakes with cherry and cashew toppings. Would give anything to be at that moment of time, right here right now.
But, if only...