living in. falling out. floating around.

i woke up at 11:30 today. and it wasn't bright and sunny, as it usually is. i knew then. it was going to be a good day.

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while i was living in delhi, i hated the winters. but i loved the onset of winter. i still do. the smell of woodsmoke in the air. knowing that you can't leave the chairs out on the balcony because the cushions get dewy. taking your wollies out of storage, deciding if it is a wash or an airing that going to get rid of the musty smell emanating from them. sitting at dilli haat and slurping thukpas at the manipur stall (because they play the best music).

anyway, i love the onset of winter, because it's that in between time. summer fighting a losing battle to winter. not quite cold. but not hot either. not anything. but a bit of everything.

and here, i miss it. bombay is the town that winter forgot, or just plain left out. i mean, it's november for gods sake. stop with the sun shining. lets get out the mufflers, the nice wool coats, and my gorgeous gorgeous boots. lets be adventurous- lets have a third season.

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sunday night, saw b and me joining ayappa and his spanish friends at the irish bar. it was a nice evening. don't you find that when you meet someone new, it just takes one defining moment, for the evening to go from casual to intimate? well, for us, it was the moment where we started discussing the role fights play in a relationship. whether it marks the begining of an end or whether it makes for interesting dynamics.

i think the latter. like good fences, good fights, i think make for good relationships. crazy, but good.

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b has bought the latest scissor sisters cd called ta-dah. most evenings when i reach home, i find someone or the other has it playing. i love it. it's full of pop-py happy sounds with a certain edge that makes it really cool. it makes me want to dance. or lie on my living room rug in a little happy bubble.

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there are four people living at home now. and on an average, when i wake up in the morning, i find one person up, one asleep and one already out of the house. the evenings are the same. at no point are two people ever doing the same thing, except when it comes to sharing a spliff.

i like this atmosphere a lot. i enjoy having a lot of people around, each doing their own thing without intruding on the other's space.

maybe, it's a throwback to my boarding school days. or maybe, it's just fetish for inbetween contradictory spaces. but whatever it is, it's good to wake up to.