Tuesday, February 18, 2014

01:27 IST
Downstairs Room, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India

The day passed me by in a lazy haze, or a hazy daze? Or lazy hazy daze? Or hazy daisy laze? Dunno. I like daisies though :D

External
Grumpily got up at 10:30. Boi called. I sort-of smiled and talked to his laziness. Up, got ready and went to the Election Office to get a new voter ID card as I gallantly lost mine in a busy Thursday market outside the house. Back, lunched, munched on two small kachoris and scolded self for doing so. Went downstairs and just faffed about for a whole hour. Met the kickass filmmaker and discussed how to get the blog rolling. I'm a little bit excited about that. Now home. Head hurts.

Internal
Just a haze. Thought more on the blog chronicles on Dadi. Really want to move forward with it. A lot of good digital publications are into this - they call it long form, non-fiction narratives. The stories include text, audio, video, photo, maps etc to make them experiential. Sounds like so much fun :D
More on boi. Think he is in love with his own expressions. Hehehe. Oh well, as long as he is happie :)

Chalo, goodnighty my dearest one. You're the blue-bird in my heart. And you're beautiful when you sing. Love you.