I've always said that this blog would reflect my life...and where I am at the time I am writing it. I started of just writing bout things that happened in my regular life or something that interested me...say coffee. LOL! What makes me happy ? Inexplicably happy...not talking about big costly things but moments that make me say.."Awww".

A nice evening with a group of friends at Barista, a great conversation. A funny thought..something that strikes your funny bone and you laugh and laugh till your stomach hurts. The smile of a little child! Most kids smile a lot and that suddenly brightens her day and mine of course.I miss my friend, Abha.

Wow!

I'm in Guwhati,trying to keep up and establishing new connections in this lovely hometown of mine...and ...and..Life is good! I think I shall become a bird, that goes to North in Winter and then back this way for Summer.

March is lovely.It's nice to start having a bright and sunny weather.

As with everything in life that tastes great, there will always be those who argue that coffee is not good for you. Just as adamantly you will have those who are quick to point out the benefits. For myself I tend to take the good and ignore the bad. It is perhaps not the healthiest approach, but it’s the one I like the best because it appeals to my taste buds. I’m a simple person and enjoy the simple pleasures in life.

I know that caffeine is a moderately powerful stimulant but there are still those who will argue. Hah!

Happy New Year to all of us!


I have decided that I will not ignore my blogspot this year.Afterall, I wanna feel ALIVE again after that series of lousy fever,weight loss, pain and the agony of surgery. I will write the entire tale of my Crohn's disease soon.

But later.

I don't like the way they inject needle inside my veins.
I don't like the way they smear gel on my tummy.
I don't like the way I have to lean on machine wearing an ugly gown.
I don't like the way I have to lift my shirt up.
I don't like the way they push my tummy.
I don't like the way they press a lame instrument on my chest.
I don't like the way it deliberately touches my breasts.
I don't like the way they ask me to breathe.

Another new year is creeping up and I am sick of feeling like I have not reached enough milestones to really celebrate it. I keep thinking that the life I am creating for myself isn't enough. Is time running out?

Ugh!! Non starter!

Bizarre, immature, weird, inconsistent, hot/cold and still so freaking intriguing.
You only act like you're sensitive and dark and deep. *pffbt*

Honestly speakin, you're a total jerk on paper.