#Bigballsofhappiness

The sun and the moon have begun to make me happier than they ever did.

The morning walk to the metro station, into the east, is as perfect as it can get. The sun in a perfect position, its rays and heat in perfect combination, and the greetings exchanged... perfect.

I know that my love for the Delhi sun might not last too long, but spring is too lovely to really even spare a thought for the ruthless summer.

Transported

She loved that night...

And she loved that drive.


She loved that conversation...

And she loved that song.


She loved that thought...

And she loved that touch.


Magic is unreal...

Wish pain was too.

Starry starry nights

From the days when I used to like clear night skies with nobody except the moon, and hate the clutter that the stars caused... today I've started liking the same stars. Maybe the difference is caused by the city vs hills surroundings, but they're quite a sight here. While looking up at the night sky I can almost feel a curve and a bend at the infinite corners. The star-less patches now seem empty. The stars can keep me engrossed and make me watch them for long. I wish I was poetic enough to talk about them in a nice way... but the shortcoming remains. And, it's also official that stars are coming closer to the moon in looking pretty. :)