Belief is a funny thing.So is gut feel.And faith.I know of a blind committment.A completely "its-there-and-thats-it" kind of moment.When bridges are burnt....and the burning is acknowledged...silently:).You're the prayer that comes by itself the moment I wake up.The gut-dazzling "YES" that comes when I see a piece of unusually beaten silver.The first offering when I break bread...its not meant to be there....this belief in you.This commitment.It was born out of a thousand "NO-this won't work"s...a hundred "why"s....and yet....I was standing in front of Khwaja's Dargah...and I couldn't ask for you. Thats belief....Or insanity?
Stay safe,bestest friend.

She's screaming from the other room...and my head is splitting.Do I move my backside and go to her or do I let the sounds peter into nothingness....tuff choices.
Cleavage,scent..sunflowers and long handled brushflowers-best-left-in-the-wilderness-but how- can-my-drawingroom-look-elegant-without-them........nothing works.Where do I get that Axe Effect?Or...even if I get it...there is a sense of caged ennui...an unleashed,but just-lurking-below-the-surface watchfulness which says"whose-going-to-ask-whom-first"?
Urgggggghhhh...like I said...my head is splitting. What I want is a shady balcony....and a cup-o-cha! Thaszit!Bliss in eggzacly 1.5 Rs.Only...where at ek baje am I going to get the dedh rupaiye ki chai?Hmmm.....lemme go listen to her.