Single rainbow spanned the Khi-Lhr route today though: My peachy little olive said she was a pmsing truffle, I said to mix mine split ends in Coke to end all pain, relatively, she said her tummy would be too fixated, I smiled modestly and said I was a treasure box of solutions in less than perfect world, she most Taymurish called me a gundi kutti and I Muttley like wheezed wickedly and kicked her chupta Urdu speaking bottom.

Today Flitwick is the irritant, it doesn’t help that both of us get ticked off too easily and while I spend most of my time in my head, he tries to spend most of his at a safe distance from it. Prat. Not being entirely fair though, I have the alternative of brain freeze and conduiting my energies somewhere more productive so that the feel of a completed task makes me tower over insignificances. My bad.

It would perhaps be sugar plums all around if she was voice less. Shriveled sugar plums but present nevertheless. That would be powerlessness though and you can’t help but pity that. Damn Fanon. So much becomes a double edged sword. Cooperation, compromises, institutionalizing. In wonder if the end can ever be separated from the means.

An alone day. Wish to go rock climbing and cliff diving once more with a group of random strangers. I’m best off alone. Have seen a spectrum of partners and with all I had a self acquired time limit. For all the focus on putting yourself out there, I wish someone would teach how to stop seeming you’re out there. The Alchemist is tired of dynamiting self. A NEW pomegranate twenty rupee note for a packet of picture frame life.

Papa is almost 60. I wonder how Mariam goes on. Papa was upset at dadi jaan selling all his trophies and shields. Parents need to be thwacked on the head once or twice. Silly jahil geese.

Scraping the bottom of Born Lippy. Won’t be kicked out of Mariam’s car now or have to see her make that potty face. Such graciousness we both have.