Like stardust in your veins

Have you ever tasted rum, neat?
You know that flavour of poise, of warmth, of camaraderie, ever forgetting and ever reminding flavour of truth, like fire of peace - burning and soothing, like a rush of stardust through your veins....
That's what she is.
Like magic in that little bottle of elixir, she is something commoners warned you about and the dreamers insisted you to seek.
Like lyrics of your favourite song that played on repeat for months, she is something most won't understand and a few will never forget.

Mood = Madness + Magic

In the busy-ness of everyday I usually forget how beautifully magic of madness works. It has always been the underlying force of my being, but I do sober down in an ever calming, lush farm that i work from. 
But this morning worked real hard and successfully found all the cues that led me to the feeling that was kept wrapped in a tiny lil box away.

Stay stubborn lil heart, stumble, tumble but stay stubborn.

For the lovers of universe and believers of madness and things alike:
Ben Howard - Promise
Rahat Fateh Ali Khan - Halka Halka

One of those days...

Very rarely, in your life you get opportunities to redefine who you are, to revisit your values, your grit and grappa to realise what you are made of and how well do you fit in or if you do at all.
Very rarely you are standing on cross-roads questioning everything you know.
Very few mornings you wake up with no fuzz and no confusion
Very few nights when your nothing box rules your thoughts and as the name of the box, you think of nothing
& in those very few moments in your life you realise that no matter who you are and what you are made of, it really doesn't matter, it all is transient; time, oceans, mountains, faith...


Tracing memories Fragrance of intense nights Spirit of the chosen  Imaginary bouquet of souls Composition of country wind Unsolved complexity Freedom from pain Paradox of being Juxtaposed in existence .


We are a paradox
Wrapped in the most lustrous packages
With shallow-est, oh such shallow cores
Made of steel and of doh, we are catastrophe at play
Fire and water, burning and dismissing at the same time
Seeking attention and peace at the same time
Illustrious humans
We are a paradox
Made of perfect frangipanis and unmistakable flaws
We are the paradox
Of naive lovers and deceitful cheats all at the same time

between said and unsaid...


Nostalgia & other flavours.

Red bricks . Warm yellow lights . Aroma of coffee . House music & all things charming await to break your journey.
Perfect placement of all the perfect elements, is the magic called iheartcafe_himalyas at Bhimtal.
Trailing through the city after endless manoeuvres on the roads that are no less than a roller coaster, all one needs is a citadel of music, chimes, coffee blends and some nicotine. This cozy cafe catches your attention from otherwise laid-back street and is everything you can ask for on a beautiful evening in the hills.
Lit up with comfortable yellow lights, nooks and crannies adorned  with wide window panes overlooking green valley and grey white peaks, distant sound of soulful singing, lush green lawns & happiness in the air.
A slice of hipster, dotted with fluttering happie hippies, informal chai conversations, wooden floors, brewing coffee & ideas, be assured to leave with a happy high. 
Think vintage walls, illustrated walls, flavours of berries & the nostal…