The mirror is back

I finally had what I was looking for a long time, some solitude. It was well timed, my parents trip to Bombay and granma getting better so that she was fit to travel. I declined the invitation of traveling with them.

I made a few additions to the room, trying to make it look mine. For six months it belonged to her. She had put little idols of her favourite Gods and Goddesses and the wall where Jim hung was ignored. She doesn't know he is my God.

The mirror looks perky again with new pictures glued in, just the way I like. My bed doesn't stink of iodex anymore, instead it smells of me, of Body Shop.

I will miss having her around, but I love my room, most importantly my space.

Done.Dried.Happy

It is ready, well almost. After a series of mini mishaps, it is looking neat nonetheless. Only wish I hadn't carelessly dropped a bottle of paint on it.

What's up California

Right from The Beach Boys, Buffalo Springfield, The Doors, Eagles to Motley Crue and Green day, I love'em all. Surprisingly they have all originated in California. I still haven't been able to figure what could be this... there ought to be some magic in the air... Till then

"Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, c'mon

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon 

Drive thru your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue Blues
Into your blues, ohh, yeah "

Something I did

After a stressful day at work, I come home with doors playing in my ears. I start looking for an old book, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, because it is one of those "feel good" books I keep going back to in times like these. I end up finding not the book but some leftover paint boxes.

I quickly shower and I make this

 
 
 

 

  "I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then- whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again...and they won't be able to forget me- ever." - Jim Morrison