Who am I?

Read an especially dense piece today. Challenging reads tantalize your grey matter, and gives a kick-ass high. While trying to make sense of external world is wondrous, nothing beats the magic of suddenly facing yourself, and not knowing who-the-hell-it-is. Watched a bold nude theatrical act about body-space-gaze today, and couldn’t meet the eyes of the actor. Just couldn’t. Figured out the challenging read, couldn’t figure out my lowered gaze towards female nudity.

On a less complicated note, Jaya brought lovely (cutie) mini-idlis and upma; and Gitanjali’s strawberry upside-down cake made me want to ride a merry-go-round!