Not often, you come across someone. Someone that you've known from another world and you feel transported back into another dimension all together. Time seems to have stood still and the mind floods afresh with memories that you thought were long past buried. And like bile rising up in an empty stomach, the loss of that moment to history just sickens you. And when you've given sufficient thought to it, it just ceases to burn your guts and all that you have is a smile on your mind and a glitter in your eye for having been there, once. So many of us live for memories. They hurt, they tear at you and simply don't leave.

It was late evening. The sun had set a while ago and there was some time yet for pitch black. A slight chill in the air, his hands always felt cold. Not hers. And while they sat at a lonesome busstop, watching the figures go by. A cycle, some pedestrians, an occasional car. Passersby would glance at them as they went along their way. Tiredness in the air. A feeling of the overwhelming future that was uncertain, yet filled with hope. The choice of not having to consider it when broken down into miniscule moments. Maybe it was a folly to do that. For it is in those differentiated time frames, things change, events occur, feelings arise, the sumtotal adding up to an eventuality that you refused to pay heed to earlier. While you lost yourself in that moment, breathing the air that was full of joy that it made you giddy...

I think there is some substance to the idea that the more you try and forget, the harder it will be to...

Lets just leave that at that, shall we..

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And while the day flies into the night,
And days into weeks

It will be an year past
To that moment,
of an year ago

They say that when you are about to do something that might hurt somebody,
think...think a hundred times

And I thought a hundred times...
when all I wanted to do was some good

'kuch log ret par likhe lakeeron ki tarah hote hai...

hawa ka ek jhoka unhe ura deta hai'

- From another movie

so come on now
roll the dice
and play the game

throw all that you got
at me and over
and ill see you

in your field
in your game
in your justice

hit me
with all you can
break me you will not

I'm higher
I'm better
I'm greater

And I'm above it all

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*whatever breaks you
teaches you the most

*the opposite of love
isn't hatred...
its indifference

Office Breaks

Three wise men

The weather is changing. It's chilly in the evening nowadays
Yeah, but didnt feel the change
I need a break
To do what?
Sleep
Yeah, sleep
The best is that 16 hour sleep. When you have slept for 12 hours in one position and realize that your back is hurting. Then you turn over and sleep on the tummy till that hurts too. Finally you get up, too tired to sleep.
Hmm...
And then you get up, eat breakfast, read the papers and go back to sleep for another 4 hours
No, I think the best is after you have had lunch that day and lying down watching the TV and fall asleep

Our ambitions have come down to such levels that we dream of watching the idiot box now

It's the sense of touch.

What?

Any real city, you walk, you know?

You brush past people.
People bump into you.

In L.A., nobody touches you.
We're always behind this metal and glass.

I think we miss that touch so much
that we crash into each other
just so we can feel something.

- From the screenplay of 'Crash'
Paul Haggis, Bobby Moresco

The plot has reached a very interesting point now. He loses his good friend, no trace of the body thats riddled with bullets. And he loses the first friend he's made in the city, his face robbed of the jaw that gave him his huge smile, shattered by steel crashing through the windshield of his cab.

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p.s. I'm off comments for a while.