Object of Affection
My friend J tagged me to write about Object of Affection.
Believe me or not...my object of affection has been pens and notebooks for a long time.

I just love exploring the different pens in a stationery shop and checking the different notepads..see which one has real smooth pages.

If you think this is crazy hear this.
When i was a kid, used to get pocket money of about 20 Rs. I used to save that money and buy a thick register which had real smooth pages...it used to be like a prized possession earned with hard earned money. My brother on the contrary used to blow the pocket money on the same day, he will pick a chocolate, packet of chips and enjoy his afternoon after school eating all that while reading a book. I would just go and beg him to give me some, and normally he used to share his stuff...must say had a decent bro ;)

At the start, i would write beautifully...slowly the book will seem not that new and there would be a decline in my handwriting :) and then i cannot wait for the copy to get filled, so that i can buy a new one.

Even now, i prefer buying my own copy for office, though we get stationary from office.
P.S. My handwriting is still bad...only the initial pages in the copy are good(should i say readable ;)).

Just saw a program on Devotional Songs and realised the power of singing.
Being able to lend voice to a poets thoughts...its the singer who lends
soul to a song....the song then becomes an entity on its own...making the
listeners flow with it to another world.

Its just magical...

Remember once on my birthday, my near dear friends came in and we had more like a mushiara..wherein we all sang, danced...it was so fun.

I still have some of those snaps, can see how carefree we all became.