Purple
Paint one wall purple! Or should I paint the ceiling…? The colour of April storms… do you remember? The amethyst sky, the silver lightning, the stars that were obscure for the clouds were hiding them from us. Do you remember the wind? The crazy wind. Unexpected April storms, brought on by you? or me? or them? The nights when the cosmos conspired with me, for me, for us…
Should I just go buy more purple. Lamps? Towels? Bed spreads? I need some purple. We need some purple, you and I? Royalty. Not really. I am and always will be a princess. I don’t need the colour for my princess-ness. I need it for some sanity. Lavender candles and Elizabeth Arden’s Provocative. It’s your favourite perfume on me. Or is it just mine. Must be me. You seem to like the way I smell…
Purple pens and purple font. I write you a letter in purple. I urge myself to calm down. Stop. Stop seeing red or green. Stop feeling the blues. Give up the blacks and whites for a little while… Just breathe you in and keep you with me… Grays… Should I give them up too? I can hold on to them for you… hang on to some pretty blues too, only if they make me smile. But would you colour me purple if I asked you to? Drench me in all of you for the entire day… Would you?
Here, take my hand… here, take my smile… hold me and let me breathe. Tell me stupid jokes and we’ll laugh together. Make me watch brilliant cinema and we’ll feel and gasp and weep together. I’ll teach you how to make pasta in white sauce and put lots of extra cheese in it. I’ll slurp up the wine and give you your scotch… I’ll read and you can catch up on your sleep… Wake me up with tea and toast and I’ll let you eat your cheese omelette in peace… Tea…… in the pretty purple cup…
I-spy?
Poetry deludes me, manages to win each game of i-spy…
Don’t make me stay, don’t you pour on me grey skies…
The lilting of words, the savouring of each syllable…
Oh you make conversation and I am weak… a puddle
The cotton clings to damp skin, rain soaked, thankfully black
Tendrils… curls… dark brown. Cascading ripple effect…
Let’s try something different today… something sweeter
More sugar, more cream, cinnamon, some nice gourmet stuff!
Stares back at me, oh so beautiful, makes me uncomfortable,
We just need to look for the right light and angles.
Photographs, black and white, grainy, in the age of the digicam!
Vintage. Expensive? Such treasured smiles, in their eyes.
Holding each other… sandy feet… the ocean mist and salty lips
Laughter and fresh air make the nariyal paani taste divine.
You and Me. Alone, in airconditioning and horrid white light
Breathing recycled air… We breathe the same air, you and I.
Earth & Stone, Moets should pay me!
I review, yet again…
Aaki had written about ‘Earth‘ a long time back, as one of ‘em quaint little restaurants that serve amazing pasta. So, understandably, I was dying to go there. But as I depend on the office cab to get me home, and it leaves at 6:15 pm everyday, I couldn’t really manage it… And so I frequented the Food courts and the beer serving establishments and forgot about ‘Earth’ until this Thursday. The place is not exactly little. It’s spacious and the decor is very living-room-esque. The candle light makes everything seem gorgeous and the hues of earth surround you… So, methinks the ambience is perfect for a nice evening out. Also, it was hard to fathom why people would go there with family… it was such a waste of the utterly romantic environment the management must have worked hard to create!
The drinks were yummy (after a little request to the bartender). I had a peach & basil martini followed by an apple & cinnamon martini. Yummm. The Red Label was quite inexpensive and was consumed by him. The bread platter was quite something, and was accompanied by a lovely dip, bursting with flavours! The baked potatoes were perfect and so were the fish fingers… Unfortunately I couldn’t eat anything more. For I just wanted dessert. And the Chocolate mousse is just so ridiculously delicious! It demands all your attention… It looks amazing and tastes incredible. The balance of sweet and cocoa is just right and so is the texture… very very creamy. My only problem with modern day mousse is that its not airy enough (as per traditional French cuisine), well, I don’t think anyone will complain though… So dig in! And don’t waste your time or money on the Gelati/Gelato. It just pales in comparison…
My next visit to this place will be very soon! I am dying to try out the pastas… Also, it’s difficult to find places which let you be… let you enjoy and soak in the ambience… The staff is honestly very eager to please and very adorable. So go there… whenever you plan to make a trip to Gurgaon. Note: Keep in mind, I was here on a Thursday, weekends might be a tad different.
I give it a rating of 4, for its so far away…
Ambience – 5 (faint background music, very nice!)
Food – 3.5
Drinks – 4 (A very nice bar + bartender)
Service – 5 (Well trained and they smile!)
Spend – 1000+ per head (inclusive of drinks)
‘Earth’ is part of the Moets group/chain and because of the very nice experience here, we decided to celebrate his birthday at ‘Stone‘. This place is very similar to ‘Earth’, only not as spacious (thanks to the border separating them!). It’s accessible, it’s pretty, it’s also quite comfortable… and it’s full of your average Defence colony crowd with Dad’s credit cards! If you can ignore that or enjoy critiquing random strangers (I do! with my faithfuls hehe!), then you’ll have a great time here. The service is decent and the drinks are better… they take less than 2 minutes to serve you a pitcher of LIIT (which is lethal!) and they make you wait forever and ever for your scotch. Yes, it’s tough to understand such occurrences… but when you have a lot of alcohol and a lot of fried chicken with fried mozarella, life is beautiful! The food and drinks, as per Delhi standards, are not too expensive. The music could have been better… But for a change of place, this just might be it. Note: Friday night visits can be exceptionally different from weekday visits… book a table in advance!
I give it a rating of 3.5
Ambience – 4 (Oh, they have a DJ, he mixes!)
Food – 3.5
Drinks - 3.5 (The mystery of the scotch!)
Service – 3.5 (Argues over lending the guests a pen!)
Spend – 1000+ per head (inclusive of drinks)
Colour me purple… for I’m down with the blues…
My wrist smells divine… I am in love with this purple bottle… It’s just so different and so intense and so gorgeous. I love. I also love lying on the bed and staring at the fan whirring away. It whirrrrrs away and I stare. The lavender scented candle lights up my room, its death inevitable. It won’t be forgotten easily. The essence of it lingers in the air. Despite the whirring.
I saw her yesterday and knew, even before the dim light shone on her scars. I saw them yesterday and knew. I saw and I knew. I think I should make a career out of it. But you still cannot predict when your phone will ring. I am not waiting for the phone to ring. I have decided to change a habit. Let me be. Let me inhale the purple and be. Let me be. Another purple packet apparently holds the key to my well being. They’ve counted them carefully, and packed them quite well. I start devouring them tomorrow. For my own well being. You need to meditate or something, you are a little unstable. I am not. Thankyouverymuch. Try BREATHING. It might help. It might help you. Just inhale the purple and exhale… Stop thinking.
No. I don’t want to change. I don’t want him to change, not because of me. Even if they say they want to change for you, they don’t, so, no point asking. I don’t want to wait for him. I need to stop. It’s not healthy. I wait without fail. And I am made to wait, without fail. It’s amazing. Breathe in the lavender. Exhale the negative blah. Peace and tranquility. Uhuh. Really? Why won’t you understand? Why can’t you make a little effort? I do. Why don’t they listen! It’s the same arguments, the same misunderstandings, the same fights, and nothing changes. I am here, feeling very small (believe me it’s difficult for me to do that!), trying to inhale the good stuff to feel better. Every day, every weekend, without fail. Maybe I just need to rely on those prettily packed drugs. Medicines. Pills. Whatever. Maybe I am losing my mind. But usually, all this just leads to a drastic haircut. After an insanely loud and hurtful discussion. This just makes one want to disappear. This just make one realise that they might not be on the speed dial list anymore. It makes one look for their tiara and not find it anywhere. Yes, no one wears tiaras anymore. No one.
WIP? Hmph!
To Do List – Work in Progress
- Shortlist birthday present options for him
- Buy Gift
- POA for birthday – discuss with him
- Order the easy to figure out gift ASAP
- Send email to customer care to ship the gift asap!
- Get medicines
- Get blood test done
- Get X-ray done if the foot (actually toe) doesn’t stop hurting
- Go to the parlour! Pedicure!
- Get ingredients for chocolate mousse
- Make chocolate mousse!!!
- Dinner reservations
- Speak with the others to figure out group gift.
- Buy/ ask someone to buy group gift
- Pay cell phone bill
- Transfer money + receive funds
- Clean room + organise bookshelf
- Clean + organise dressing table (Shites)!
GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How? I haven’t even considered the work stuff!
