You Make Me Feel Like I Can Fly, So High

This post’s been rotting w/ the Draft status for about a week now. It’s like this is never going to leave. We’re in Feb now and I’ve written exactly three [meaningless] posts in the last month. Speaking of which, January was fan-tas-tic. Excellent fun all month long – the best four days of which were, of course, Saarang! Hell, likely the best four days of the year even – and it hasn’t even started! I’m not going to be detailing a lot of things, simply cos I can’t remember. We were too high on kookiness for that.

• Adit, Rad, the mindless hilarious dumbc-ing and arbit photo-ops. How we eventually didn’t care if we placed the PP finals or not, but we did anyway. We’ve grown up, sniff. Okay, just a little bit.
• Vicks Wild Cherry Cough drops.
• Meeting arbit people I’ve known from different times and whom I hadn’t seen in years! It was mildly satisfying that they all remembered me, even when I didn’t. It’s goot to know that people have fond memories of being w/ you.
• Going w/o sleep for little over 50 hours straight. I did so many things and met so many people in that period, it’s surprising I didn’t get whiplash! It’s all a rather hazy, sepia-tinted memory but with OMG-AWESOME written all over it!
• The awesome chaat-wala who always gave me free paapdi every time I was around his stall.
• The endless, endless cups of cappucino and glasses of ginger-lime fizz. Generous friends. Generous strangers.
• Finally getting to meet Nith, Sharan,  Shrey & Vini! Pechu varthai. Much hyperness! 
• Blowing bubbles in arbit places w/ the bubble-liquid Nith gave me. Thanks, girl! Public that was much amused. That girl who squealed as a bubble bounced off her nose. That boy who winked when I grinned at a double bubble.
• Scrabbling through the night w/ Sharan, at the OAT. Getting soaked in dew and an incredible chill. Realizing what studness Scrabble is. Watching the indigo of the night sky percolate into the pinkish-gray of daybreak. Josh, Patent & Symmetry. An overdose of insti IITM lingo.
• V and her two cousins. Sassy smartmouths who make you laugh. A LOT. Terribly graphic conversations under the glow of street-lamps.
• Walking the empty roads of IITM in solitude. Daydreaming and swaying, music in my ears. 
• Opeth. \m/. Feeling the music reverberate in your chest and then roaring your lungs out in a sheer rush of adrenaline. Smoky lights.  Zoning out for a whole ten minutes. Crash. Shrey. Headbanging frenzy.
• An incredibly trippy walk at dawn in the less-frequented parts of the campus, w/ someone equally compelling. Warm fingers. Pictures. Nietzsche. Surrealism.
• Suspended reality. Temporary immortality.

Oh, and I have pictures! From January, from Saarang, from the Project 365 – of which I’ve just finished a month w/o succumbing to my instant-boredom reflex, yay! In one big collage, though – click to view larger. If you want to see any individual images, go here or here!

Title – Elevation by U2

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