Filter Coffee

“this is not how filter coffee tastes, at home its just awesome.”
“this is not how idli is, at home….”
“winters are awesome, at home….”
She makes Nescafe, eats samosas, and doesn’t have even one sweater.
She lives 800 kms from home and visits them once in a year.

Myopia

Some people’s grip on life is so precarious that they’ll hold on to whatever that comes their way than to face an occasional truth. Have heard Calvin saying this.
It is strange how most of us just want to live in the closed walls of our houses, houses mind you not even homes, and are happy looking at the world just from the small windows that open somewhere in the backyard.

My Dreams

Have you ever dreamed of failure? I never did. You call it innocence, ignorance or even arrogance. But the only way I know is the way ahead. I somehow never thought of failures, they never became the part of my dreams or consequences. I never think what then, I somehow always say, And Then. I don’t know why, I don’t know if its destiny speaking from my mouth or is it plain simple adrenaline but I’m willing to try, willing to give it a shot. I have nothing with me besides my dream. My dream being my only asset.

No I don’t want to do a job, I don’t even know what I want to make. I have vague ideas but they are far from realities. All based on assumptions; some supported by facts, some not. But none of them are based on Hope. I dislike working on Hopes….I have heard somewhere that hope is not a Plan. And I do have Plans, may be vague but they are plans. I guess I’m a dreamer.