If I told you a secret
You won't tell a soul
Will you hold it and keep it alive
Cause it's burning a hole
And I can't get to sleep
And I can't live alone in this lie

So look up
Take it away
Don't look da-da-da- down the mountain

If the world isn't turning
Your heart won't return
Anyone, anything, anyhow

So take me don't leave me
Take me don't leave me
Baby, love will come through it's just waiting for you

Well I stand at the crossroads
Of highroads and lowroads
And I got a feeling it's right

If it's real what I'm feeling
There's no makebelieving
The sound of the wings of the flight of a dove

Take it away
Don't look da-da-da down the mountain
If the world isn't turning
Your heart won't return anyone anything anyhow...

So take me don't leave me
Take me don't leave me
Baby, love will come through it's just waiting for you

So look up
Take it away
Don't look da-da-da- down

If the world isn't turning
Your heart won't return anyone anything anyhow...

So take me don't leave me
Take me don't leave me
Baby, love will come through it's just waiting for you

Love will come through.


Travis was made for people like me and Ms. Nayar. So that, on days like this, when Boomerang ditches us and nothing in the world(least of all our love-lives) don't make any sense whatsoever, it's always there to make us make sense. Of cunts. and Purple Pansies with Yellow Speckles. And Boys who Never Grow Up. And bandhs. And Kolkata rains...

It's a little tragic to summarize whatever constitutes my love-life and admit that there's practically only one mention-worthy event in it.
And that too back when I was a boy. Maybe I should go back to that. At least then I knew there was no chance.
Now, when waxing, threading, pedicuring is a part of my daily lexicon, it is bleaker than it ever was.
I'm far from pretty. I'm overweight. I'm not very intelligent. But I look nice once in a while. Even thin. And I can be funny sometimes. And my grammar isn't fucked.

Srijoni Chowdhury has a boyfriend. And so does Ipshita Debnath.

Beatles is now playing "All I Need is Love".

I think I need weed. Right about now. because as Srin says, "Everybody MUST get stoned"