Back to writing!

Much of this blog was written in 2001–2003 and luckily for me Way Back Machine has archives of my public blog (nidhit.blogspot.com — also called Sunshine!) started in 2001. Way before Internet was life. Way before sharing on a public platform was so cool.

Inspired by Amit Fulay, a college friend who loved my blog! For now, medium will be home — with some old posts edited!

Written 18th May 2002

Bluer Pastures
Oh don’t you incite me
Oh don’t you speak
you knew just when it hurt….hussshhh
Ive had infinite patience
and youve had the scent of the sea
That was my vulnerablity
Why’d you lie to me 
and worse still, deny me?
Bluer pastures came
and bluer pastures burnt you out
and bluer pastures faded away
maybe im getting to be a faded memory
but i’d never leave u on your knees
…with your head hanging between them.
you say time will heal all our wounds
but time will bury us all before that
we know we wont live forever…
but our pride goddamn will

Link via freshlimesoda (Parmesh Shahani’s cool website now defunct!)

I am tired of falling sick. Twice in two weeks is not fun now…
Had to actually get my mom to remind my dad to take me to a doc. Its strange to drown in self sympathy, but I did just that yet again yesterday. 
But there is something about sterile hospitals, scary needles and tons of medicines that brings out the child in me. Was I glad, Dad was around when he poked the needle to remove the “foreign body” — as he called it — in my foot… Well, that little foriegn body was a chotta piece of glass, which had happily lodged itself in my foot. Once a bottle of perfume.

As for the fever and headache, Doctor says ‘Heat Stroke. Drinking cold water immediately after being in the hot sun!” I am not travelling to Borivli again:)

Yesterday, I wailed “Mama, dad…” hugged my big cushion and went off to sleep! I can do with some more sympathy in my comments box…:)

Yah, I know, I am a spoilt kid. I can’t help it…