Happy Birthday, My Friend

You will never be forgotten. I wish you were still around, we would've had so much to talk about now that I'm finally in the US, pretending to study. I'm sure you would have found your way here too, by now.

And I never said sorry (more to myself than you) for the time we missed out on, despite sharing an apartment in Bangalore.

Musings #2

Just came across this song again, after a long time. Netsky - Come Alive.
It's interesting, how things are associated in memory. As soon as I started listening to it, I was transported back to my birthday last year - weed, whiskey, push ups, music, noise, neighbors, and a trip to the police station. Fun.

Musings #1

The last time I was in weather like this was in December 2012 in Delhi, after Harry died.