a whiff of something undefined

Its thoughts floating mid-air, some caught, some left to linger, and some newer ones launched. Its life churned to the crappiest detail and still relished, seldom facebooked, oft-feared, and secretly longed for.
Its inexpensive paperbacks, stacked in the dorm room. Buttery thick lassi at the highway dhaba, and maybe just maybe, sweaty palms and stolen kisses in totally ridiculous places.
The makeshift Louvre that the last page of notebook is, and the inspiration these lectures are.

Its despite sculpting a person out of words, a curious self-obsession that refuses to leave.
Chewed to its very end and stuck beneath afterwards, its making your stance,  marking your place, your zone, your territory.
Its the names perfectly in place while the kids are yet to arrive, and the interim children played by orphaned puppies.

Sexy tanned arms and fresh Parmesan discs, with a glorious ‘jungle-book’ song playing in your dreams.

Its Absolut vodka with jaljira and the true sense of belonging that comes with it.

Its the sheer fun in smelling voices, and hearing colors with gulp-ful of songs from the vividh bharti.

‘Sahib bibi aur ghulam’ , 2a.m , instant minestrone , king-size chocolate bar and the utmost delight at not wearing contacts.

Those undefined, overused, cliched words that somehow still make you weak at the knees. Adrenalin drunk, 7am residency park moments, poetic moments, ‘Rang de basanti’ moments, profanity moments, and the like.

It all hangs in the air, every amazing undefined bit of it, white noise for you and me to pick and some.