RANDOM.

Random,yes random.
'coz random it is no matter how much more random it gets.Probably the most saturated and safe word-random.

so random,when I walked out and walked till the airport and random it was while walking back I didn't take a turn and kept walking.Walked with my debit card in one pocket and an iPod in the other pocket,  straight into a grocery store.
Explosions in the sky in my ears, one hand on shopping basket and the other surveying the chocolate sections.20 mins later. shower gel.10 mins later.cheese.And maybe because random was the word I was in the wine section,randomly,surveying.Picked some up, made some face(s), put it back.

Standing in the queue after 45 mins of 'sophisticated' head-banging on some of the world's most soothing songs in a grocery store I saw magazines. Fashion, travel, food, everything. Left everything, picked the one I am not subscribed to ,bought it and started walking back.This time for sure.

Bag in one hand and the other hand increasing Bob Dylan's voice in my iPod, my mind was on rewind ,in slow motion,watching the past hour and half and wondering.. random? HAH yeah random!Why did I just leave my place randomly?It made no sense.Although I was loving it,the walk,the wind,the weird looks in a store :P but why?
Cluelessly,opened the magazine expecting beautiful shoes and like any inevitable fortune cookie that can happen any morning came the pretentious pages of horoscopes along with the words that my heart wanted to be read out aloud .Words that were echoing in my head but were in denial to believe.

Getting over a situation or a person is difficult and weird.Its sad-weird-random-funny and a few days later, funnier.And it gets weirder when the soultion-answer-reason comes to you whistling a suitable song,sugar coated in a nice font marketed well with fashion photo-shoots.
so,random?yeah, random.Because random is never mundane.

p.s.- To understand this post listen to "blowin' in the wind." by Bob Dylan.


p.s. II - don't believe in horoscopes :P

THAT one feeling.

A night spent wondering on how can you possibly use only seven products -sneakers, stockings, underskirt/skirt,choli, bindi, belt and umbrella  and three rounds of coffee,  here comes the frames.

It’s not me (i mean the concept etc) , or maybe I am bound by my ego to accept it, anyways...  the theme, the frames the whole concept isn’t about me but its about that one feeling.

That one feeling , the little tanginess that love adds to your life, the whole weak in knees, that need of a moment together, the mutual feeling of being wanted that sometimes overflow through your eyes or curl you inside your stomach.

Affection

Love

Passion 

For some that feeling might be more of friendship,for others it can be a dream while few are plain passionate..people are different but that one feeling is common.
Its like how Woody Allen says,  ‘‘ its not just love , its luff, its louuve, its lurrrve!’’

:)