01:18 IST
Postcard-Mirror Room, Peacock Lane
Shahpur Jat, New Delhi, India

The internal world has been feeling stormy the past few days. Unpreparedness precedes every action. The mind takes flight to faraway lands with beautiful people where the self is a fulfilled, articulate, fit sapien.

When the mirror of illusions begins to reveal the warts and wrinkles and larded skin, the self knows reality has struck. It isn't pretty. I'm not pretty, and I have a problem with that. I don't write enough, and read enough. I don't know enough, don't do enough. And I have a problem with all of that.

So what do I do to ease the pain? Dance.

Read write and do too. 

23:38 IST
Postcard-Mirror Room, Peacock Lane
Shahpur Jat, New Delhi, India

What did I do today? I got up earlier than usual. Looked at the time, and went to snooze mode. Convinced myself that I'd be up in five minutes. 45 minutes later, I got up, turned on FM of my transistor, an attempt to fill the silence of the flat with some noise, since it was too cold for fans.

Got dressed, packed lunch, poured milk in a bowl for the black-and-white cat outside my building.

Turned on my music, Ludovico Einaudi. His music is transcendental. Pretty much like the sound of the word, it takes me somewhere else - in a different time, in a lovely place. I was walking on clouds, towards the metro station.

Reached office. Set up my work space. Started working on a story. Meeting time. 'Met' everyone. A new person who looks like a smiling walrus has joined in as a sales guy. He will sell more which will hopefully mean more salaries for us. That's what I understood at least. May the force be with the sales dude.

Lots of other things happened. I might be going to cover a sport event in December for which I need to 'get fit'.

Unfit. Super unfit am I.

Left work and stood around in the metro and reached a parlour where I got face cleaned off its hairiness. Then decided to eat bhel puri and walked home.

The walk to home was probably the best bit of the whole day. I love walking at night on the roads no matter how silent or busy they may be it is just a great thing to be walking out in the open beneath the sky amidst grime and dust dodging potholes.

This road that stretches from AIIMS to the IIT flyover, the bit next to Hauz Khas apartments, the pavement is a narrow one and there is an overgrowth of bushes from the residential side of the building coming out towards the pavement which leaves very little to almost no space for the pedestrian to walk on the pavement. The road is full of vehicular traffic right up the pavement. I barely squeezed in between, was trying to narrow my wide frame as much as possible, for fear of bumping into some random car or scooter. Such fun!

Home sister had made dinner. Wasn't hungry but ate. Lied down for a bit feeling icky and fat. Now writing to you.

Love you.