flover's Blog

I graduated from the best university in the middle east today and now my next stop is University of Michigan Ann Arbour. I already had applied for Masters and got a position there. I am coming to AMERICA baby!! Wohoooo

Yay! 

I arrived here in America 8 days ago for a wedding! I went from Dubai to London my birth city and stayed there for 2 days before going onwards to America! 

I went to Kenton Kabab House in London for lunch once and also went to Harrods in Knightsbridge to buy coats and other british goodies to name a few things! I love love love LONDON! Am a proud British! 

I also went to HMV and other shops on Oxford Street. Went to my home town of South Tottenham as well.

Its been a long journey here to America. Used 4 airports! Dubai to London to Chicago to Detroit and then 1 hour by car to get to the town i am in right now.

Just waiting to go home now, as soon as I find a connecting flight to UK.

Heathrow is a mess atm.

WOW long time. It has been ages that I have been on Experience Project. That is because I went in to a Hypoglycemic Coma. I was dieting like anything trying to get to 50 kilos and basically eating nothing. My blood sugar level kept on decreasing until I went in to a sugar shock. I have been in hospital all these days. Finally came home today.

I missed my EP friends especially Sussie! Good to be back and lets catch up on everything that I have missed these past few days.

Moon light shining thin and bright, thinner and a little brighter, this change in intensity is caused due to heavy clouds swarming the dark sky. Stars twinkling some here and there, drenched through holes made by the race of those thick clouds. They don't stay still for even a single moment. They race past my existence, as if they are on for a win and I am looking at these mysteries with transfixed eyes.

One moon and this huge sky above my head, what courage does it confines in itself that it has this desire to lull darkness in it's full cry....alone, in the dark...and yet...since centuries, it's fate unsurpassed, it's desire unfulfilled, and it's achievement.... well it doesn't say, actually, it might doesn't even know, it doesn't even care. Seems as if it's happy in what it does, giving out light, without asking anything in return, anything.

And I am watching this extravagant festival of twinkling lights, these shades of blue, moon's indispensable yet obligatory smile, and it makes my heart smile as well, for I see no other reason to make myself aloof of such charismatic event and claim to be unmoved. Ooh yes I have a heart, a heart that's got it's own brain, it's own soul, it's own existence.

And my heart tells me to relax, she would be coming soon. She would be on her way. She would make it back in no time.

A few moments later nature turns its tides on my festival. Thicker clouds take their course. They are more subtle and organized; covering the last remaining features of what was once a moon. Darkness crept with all its hideous features and moon light died faintly, inevitably.

Droplets; the first one struck some where deep in my heart, gave earth its bathe and freshness. Rain that makes u feel like you are naked when it's cold droplets hit your neck and eventually soak up your cloths, and some where some how, they were also immersing my last lingering optimism.

Here I am, in this rain, freezing temperatures, cold blooded God forsaken rain and...Where are you?

My heart, with the slightest remaining stroke of beat makes a sigh. May be she would be coming after this rain, maybe she won’t, maybe she's stuck. God knows but there might be something abstracting her path, you are not there how would you know. And so, I hold on to this last, faint, slim, enduring feather.

It's been ages now but that feather have not seized to spun it's dances in the air, a territory where even winds have become my enemy, that feather have always been flying, flying with colors, making my heart a feather with it's soar and lift.


People argue and disagree, quarrel and flee, but for this heart to set free...
They say I am a madman, and yet, I live another day, and die another glee...
Heaven have looked upon my soul, and I have showed no spree
for my heart has his own master, its own Door, its own key