City Girl....

City too small for a girl like you,

People too strange for a girl like you,

Do the hustle, do the hustle.

City too small this girl too big,

Cities too slow this girl too quick,

Do the hustle, do the hustle.

Smoke all around and it smells too bad,

Girl will get, what she never had,

Do the hustle, do the hustle.

For a girl like you, laughter died,

you are a big girl but a child inside,

Do the hustle, do the hustle.

House too empty nobody home,

In a place too noisy, still all alone,

Do the hustle, do the hustle.

City too small for a girl like you

People too strange for a girl like you

Do the hustle, do the hustle.

Last Few Days....

Last Few Days:

So much for rationale. The emotional being i am tells me otherwise.

Landed in Kolkata: Vague, notionless. Fell ill umpteen times. ( Hadn't bothered with injections n pills). Heard carnatic music, started singing in an obnoxious manner, discovered love,missed someone desperately, started reading.

Updates: No thoughts on returning to khandala. Terrified of capricious crowd of KBS. Finding pleasure in small things. Eating hot rice with ghee and namak, walking bare feet,staring at street dogs, talking to maali, dhobis, chowkidar and sweepers.

Finally, friends.Friends i grew up with during my second adolescence as it were.Friends who know everything about me, friends who understand me as a veg and non veg religious and non-religious,mad and forward thinker.

Postscript: Love my family but then they don't have time but after promising myself to be a lone warrior, I am happy being ruthless.