Punch

Pretty residents who're so sweet and helpful make internship so much more worthwhile.

I so badly wished for more biopsies today!

Ehh...

I - "Ma'am, there was a huge rush of people here and I do remember drawing her blood but... umm.. I dunno where it is now?"

P - "But what the heck do we tell the patient?!!"

You know what the three most exciting sounds in the world are?

Anchor chains, plane motors and train whistles.

-George Bailey in 'It's a Wonderful Life'

the rustle drowned
in sunlight
gleaming through autumn leaves

A crumpled blank paper
An eager quill, and red ink
Yours truly

But

"I hate you!"

"Why?"

"Won't tell. Well.. Because you're good."

"Then, love me you idiot! Don't hate me."

"Yeah, but it has another clause. You're good but... Anyway, forget it."

"Oh, yes. I know what you want to say. Tumhare but I understand."

"Tumhare but?"

"Hmm, when you say you're good but..."

"Hmm.."

"That 'but'."

"Yes, that 'but'."

Now that final MBBS is done...

what the fuck next?!

The Wanderlust

"I travel not to go anywhere, but to just go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move."

Robert Louis Stevenson

When I was young there was a radio station that played that sound.

The sound of the sea.

Mindfuck me...

...harder!

Peace

There's something about the sound of these waves splashing ashore.

Is there a rhythm? Or is it so chaotically mild that it's peaceful?

It's the same Sun that colours sunsets all over the world.

It's the same sun that I hate during the Mumbai summers, which lights up my camera in Goa. It's the same sun that warms my back when I walk along the beach, which makes the window sill too hot to touch on the train back home. It's the same sun lingering on after midnight in Svalbard, Norway, which makes for a balmy afternoon on the Côte d'Azur. It's reflected off the snow, dazzling the eyes of mountaineers in the Himalayas and it's reflected off the glass panes of the sky scrapers in Hong Kong and New York.

For the traveller it's the one constant. It does seem to change in mysterious ways in different parts of the world but he knows it's the same. The same sun shining over wherever he calls home, while he is miles away; and when he returns home, it reminds him of his many journeys and the beautiful sights he saw all over. It has been a companion - a travel buddy. He's never the lone backpacker, for the sun is always with him.

As I sit here on this derelict jetty over the shabby creek, watching the sunset over Mumbai with it's long orange reflection over the mucky water, I'm reminded of that beautiful sunset I saw in Goa. I'm reminded of everytime I thought about the sun during the trip. I'm reminded of the many journeys I will make far away from home and the many more beautiful sunset photographs I will make. I'm reminded of it's power to transform both the turquoise sea or a shabby creek into a beautiful sunset so effortlessly seducing me to photograph it.

And I'm reminded of how the same sun that colours beautiful sunsets all over the world, shines in those lovely golden brown eyes back home.

Lemony

Call it rather an aftertaste than a hangover, and it was nothing but pleasantly lemony.

Abby,

It was lovely talking to you. It was one of those unforgettable conversations, tending to perfection, which I wish could go on for a lifetime. But of course, we had to say goodbye. Now, I don't know if we meet again, but thank you for coming along last night.

When drinking with mum, whether to have the third glass or not is the question.

and... on bringing the third glass mum said, 'काSSय? काय चाल्लय??'.