Don't die on me Steve Jobs.

Happy 56th.
I'm not sure when I got attached to you.I admit I got an iPod late and haven't been too attached to anything but the design.
It must have started with the geek and American cousins falling all over you and then I did always have a crush on the mac vs pc ads. Remember the 'only time you attended graduation' at Stanford? You're a stunner. I trip everyday on your business modelled after the dreamy perfection of The Beatles and how you're so damn snide about imperfections.
It's in the way you played it smooth while almost dying in 2009. It is how your iGod presence in my ad got me a nomination. It's in the first upgrade to business class twenty minutes after I held my macbookpro. It's how Apple gifted you the new MBP generation today, one week after my incoming cousin and I lost patience. Thank you for not changing the design (I can live without FaceTime HD camera and whatever Thunderbolt I/O technology is).
Please don't leave, you oh stud man Steve. I'm just getting to know you.

Hogging the winter sun. By Pepper Sharma.

Winter is all about being at the right place, all the time.

Earlier today, my life was cold and side-lined.

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Several times, I tried to get closer to the light of my life.

The witch doesn't let me far.

And her heart doesn't melt to ANYTHING.

Damn it.

So in the evening, I play it cool.

I grab a spot but look the other way.

Sneak a peek, now and then.

And even pretend to be interested in her.

Until finally, her boots take a step back!

OGOD. I think I’m going to pass out with joy.

Check me out, still playing it cool.

 I'm hot cause I'm fly.

You ain't cause you're not.

Beware of old men at music festivals.

If you recently went to a music festival, you probably saw an old man in red doing a Willy Wonka and thrusts way too adventurous for his age. My pal even pointed out her anguish at this distraction.
Later, when the evening lights took over my sunglasses, I found my ditsy self screeching away with a friend or two. Marking me in all his redness, the old man danced towards me and asked if he could take a picture. Surprised at my surprise, he said, "Ask your friend at the back, I know him well". I turned around to my rock-star friend, who nodded. Who can interpret the nod of a rock-star? Old red man didn't even wait for the nod - his fingers did a little run towards his eyes and said, "Let me live in your eyes forever".
The thing about Red Riding Man is his USP. He gives absolutely NO reaction time. Also, he's so old you fear his eccentricity and his big hat that hardly cover his big eyes. Maybe, he isn't even that old. Anyway, out of all the gambles that happen at music festivals, this is a passable venture.
Around then, an acquaintance from the past decided to reappear by screaming my name from the back.The old man sprung at my name. He said it softly, then loudly and then twirled it around his hat. He spat at it and then lovingly used it to say, 'Manisha, I hope you know she's jealous of you."
And before my big head knew it, he flashed his big hat and a maroon e61 camera by my side.
He now has my name and my frame. 
Afterward, the rock-star friend yelled that the nod meant 'no, i don't know him' and the acquaintance complained about having shouted my name in order to 'protect me'. Red Riding Man came from the back and grinned, "Do you want my number?".

Is it okay to have felt like this through my adolescent years?

Yes, she died. In that position.

 

Did you notice your favourite Kadarshian missing from twitter today? Boohoo. She and we, are plundering all the douches who would pay up to see her alive and tweeting - asap.

Welcome World Aids Day.

My favourite adolescents are selling t-shirts too.
Whipping my hair. Right now. Right here.

You can look at some more pictures of dead celebrities here.

They promise to build a library with my words.

$25 and 1 Moleskine later, I can draw and write my way into The Brooklyn Art Library.

Should I? Should I. Should I! They have a deadline that's hard to stick to. Ask Ni.D.