(blog archive: December 3, 2006)

A sleepy and curiously cave-like hotel room is not that special a hide-away, but who cares really. I have two, adorable pillows with me. Never mind their usual morphing into &*$%$^-knows-what. They're 'that', and that's that. Appropriated words and reactions to (and by) people around me really scare and rip off the child in me. These two take me back spinning well and happy, so thank God for unusual friends. Chai, of course, is a text message and sms-poetry away, so thank you mobile phones.


What played on TV when we finally decided we can lie down and channel-scan?
Before Sunset.
Oh God. Now we've dissolved into molecules.