here i bleed

of all the beautiful things in life such as –

• the feel of clean and recently dried underwear on your skin
• the way orion hangs in the surathkal night sky.
• the wind blowing over the back of your neck just after you take a hair-cut
• the way the earth smells when the air holds a promise of rain.
• discovering one last coffin nail in a packet that you thought was empty
• free alcohol, cheap alcohol, expensive alcohol, old alcohol in a new bottle, new alcohol in an old bottle, hell, any alcohol except the denatured kind.
• julie delpy singing you a waltz, out of nowhere, out of her thoughts.
• a terrace with a view, as in 24^th cross.
• the first lungful of air that you draw in as you resurface after touching the bottom of the pool.
• continuous water supply, clothes that seem to wash themselves, a cool music system and lots of love and care, as in #543, paschim vihar.
• uma thurman dressing up in yellow and putting a whole lotta japs to the sword.
• dVd rips, 17-inch monitors and Local area networks.

- is there anything better than a soulful, bleeding, heartfelt guitar solo? thanks to steve morse (“sometimes I feel Like screaming”), slash (“november Rain”) and dozens of other players who’ve made their guitars gently weep over the years for letting me know the answer to that one.