How Interesting.

But I can’t remember what. Actually, I can. But it’s nothing really. I just wanted to get to talk to you

to get your attention onto me

All I want to be able to do right now:

Is to be able to hug my friends in public again.

Hug anyone in public, again.

How did we ever hug, in public?

I wonder:

A smile, a wave as you see them,

for the second time that month,

as you cross the road

And a semi-bodied, greeting-style hug;

ending with two pats on the back.

Pointing and yelling at them

As they make their way across a crowded pub

and then lean over the flimsy table

to hug your shoulders

beer sloshing dangerously in the beer mugs

Smiling a little too broadly, too confidently

at people you have met twice

And you quickly put your hand out

but they are quicker

and lean in to grab your waist

THE MOST awkward side hug

Watching them push the trolley out of the airport

with a terrible 5 o clock shadow creeping up their face

and leaping into their arms.

Ignoring their protests,

ignoring their airplane breath  

no shame

they had gone away for a little too long,

for shame to be present

Gone away for too long.

It has been too long since I’ve had any of those hugs

No hugs without shame, with awkwardness, with quiet greeting and/or 100% love.

And certainly none in public.

All I want to be able to do right now:

Is to hug my loved ones real tight.

And I hope that I will, soon enough.

You said that we're getting too close too soon And you were right It had only been three weeks of me knowing you and I was already thinking of how your belly button was the first real outie that I'd ever seen And how much easier it is to clean! I mean, great for body shots, right? (Or not)

And you had just come down from the 'happiest weekend ever' You were still stuck in the "Weekender state of mind. You know, how you told me about the GIRLS in tank tops, in shorts, in bras in India!! Taking their tops off for Opeth A band, that you hadn't known the existence of, before THIS weekend Paradise. And to come from paradise down to... this? Moi?

I mean, not gonna lie, you did get me thinking about why I got so attached, so fast And why I liked you Was it your long flat face that had an uncanny resemblance to an ironing board? Or your huge ears, the first thing that I'd noticed in your profile even before your 6'3" height? Or was it your nose Long, elegant, poking against my eye as you kissed me

Me first you think of when in your feed, pops up the meme. Grateful, I am. (This is the only relationship we’ll ever have)

HELLO! I’ve been away, #adulting. I won’t be the first to tell you that working (at a job) sucks cock, better than me!!!! And almost 90% of my “creative expression” has been eroded.

SO. I’ve been trying to get things back to life by giving myself a mini-project to do. This is it.

I do a lot of travelling for my job, and most of it is in the small but ferocious autorickshaws with their equally fierce drivers, trying their best to fleece you. But I’ve always loved riding in them-- colourful seat and roof covers, excessive ventilation and speedy arrival at your location--no taxi could outdo them, in my mind. And so I’ve decided to document what I see, as a passenger, on the daily.  Here’s the result.