Wednesday, February 05, 2003

I am done for the day and I have this sneaking suspicion that I’ve forgotten something. Nothing put off for the morrow, nothing forgotten, nothing pending, some mediocrity, but nothing knocking off the schedule too badly…..is too calm…is eerie…

Might as well get home and do other things. Like clean up the mess under camouflage. And do the monthly bills and budgets and balances and forecasts. Mundane, predictable, safe…I still have to write the Lakshadweep article for Daddy..no inspiration..time to do the pen and paper thing. I haven’t written in ages, like written with the ink flowing…except of course for IOMs and notes on the door.

A letter or two for the night? My favourite kind of penmanship. Talking without being talked back to;)…This used to be one of my regular things when I was back home. Stay awake through the night, soft lights, music, vast rug and paper strewn all over. Looking, choosing, reading, writing….go to sleep an hour away from when Amma and Daddy wake up to the light. Dream through the morning…

Vague dreams lately. In technicolour, detailed and intricate. Client letters and approvals and artworks and hair colour and chiffon and roads and sunsets and water and wind. Like life woven in when I wasn’t looking.