Bonus draft!!

(already an post commentary draft below. damn. i outdid my self. but here's an intro to even that annotation. I guess there were supposed to be pictures. but i can't find them. i probably never published this cause i was too lazy to put the photos in and now i can't even find them. oh well)

(so this was draft that had been fermenting since feb. and now that i'm outro of india i feel this is outdated but nostalgia is a common baggage that we all carry right around may. so let's take a stroll down my memory lane and let by-gones be by-back-agains)

there goes feburary... i feel like it never really stayed, although i did offer it a cup of tea... my friends, march is such a fine month with pleasant winds that brings the titillating smells of a fabulous future, which is full of life, happiness and love. i think i've never used the word pleasant and fabulous more in any month than this one. Alas the seasons must change but i will try to consciously appreciate and enjoy/savor money march, because i feel like feburary was kind of like when you're eating auto-pilot mode and realize you finished the dish before really tasting it; the difference is life ain't a buffet and ain't no seconds... So to start  march magically with the right spell, i thought i would conjure a photo illustration of my dolce vida in india.

Breakfeast is not just key, but it's a freakin master key that can unlock all kinds of doors, especially plaid doors with brass knobs that speak to you in rhymes, and velvety roses and lush passion fruit flowers oozing out from the keyhole because no door can contain that beauty. yes.

After breakfeast comes work and before work comes transport. What can i say, i gotta rep the cause so Buses are how i groove. Now i know this is kind of outdated but i didn't have a blog at the time so i think i am entitled to talk about at least one olympic topic, which coincidentally is all i have anyways. So riding the bus in Delhi can be uneventful or it can be a once every four year kind of spectacular event. i think india as a whole won one gold medal at beijing olympics. but you know what, when i see people here carving out their lives i only see gold medals. people running onto buses that don't stop, people fighting through walls of people in the bus to get out, conductors racing past the traffic to make a marginal earning. it is seriously unbelievable how difficult some people's lives are, but the resilience of the people is something even more unbelievable. and it is an honor for me to be able to compete with them to get on the bus, share that holy space of public transport where we move together with each other at the same speed. Also, i've noticed on the bus people will help those that have no other means but to rely on others. people in cars never give a shit. people in the bus will help a sister and brother out.

work. you've seen me rocking them sheep wool sweaters, that's pretty much how i wrrrrooolll.

bus. this ain't a sprint, it's a marathon.

free concerts. delhi has so many free events, that i often lose myself because i am running left and right in search of free cultural events, and unfortunately sometimes i basque in the free-ness and not the culture. what can i say, i guess i am american.

dinner. yes yes. if the breakfeast is a key, dinner is the sea; where we all came from and where we all end. The waves of the days end brings the scent of mellow moods and i sail towards a dreamy future on my ship called dinner. 

that is me in my PJs as i rep the cause even in my sleep. if i can't work 24/7 i'll just dress myself that way.