A slow day... I love differentitating days based on feelings. A day where I wanted to run, but it wanted me to slow down. A perfect wine n titbits day to go with mindless sitcom watching, laughter n me time before I find another song on the sound track and start grooving like there is no tomorrow.
My days are pretty much routine, n I intend to be a little more smooth with the operations. My priorities settled, it should be easier to operate around the clock. But sometimes, I sway to my own rhythm.
Like checking out the supermarket just like that, buying second hand magazines, trying out clothes not at all interested in buying, creating my own version of the last Adele song I heard and wishing someone recorded the audio and video simultaneosly. Watching a crap movie to bash the hell out of it, calling a random friend and making him talk on controversial subjects and laughing away in silence on the other end of the phone. Purposely mixing up dishes in the kitchen and wonder how it tastes, introducing my parents to gingerale and telling them it gets you high, messaging random 10 -12 people and seeing their responses to you getting in touch with them, talking to them like you seriously mean it, trying to arrange my work schedule and getting distracted by the wardrobe I need to arrange, thinking of someone and feeling my eyes get wet then laughing it out like that just happened to me, feeling depressed hoping to get a poem out of me, gathering the recent events to work out a topic worth writing, to hate and love someone at the same time for the same things, talking to myself like I am rehearsing an audition and wondering why the street walkers are staring at me, gobbling panipuris coz they just happen to be in front of me every evening nowadays, walking around without a purse, wondering how those two bitchy ladies are running a cupcake shop, wondering about the next surprise I am going to give myself, trying to sleep, stretching all of a sudden coz I haven't exercised in a long time, looking at my shoes and wondering why I need them new every fortnight, calculating expenses and waiting for the lottery to find me, wanting to buy that chocolate eclair, resigning to a lonely saturday night and writing this down, finding a song on a video and listening to it back to back and perked up at a happy alone night less of all the nonsense I was trying to get into.
I am still trying to find out if I can do anything good on this Saturday alone.... Its a day gone by and nothing feels like its moved.