the smell of bitter almonds...

"the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love" said the great Marquez.. 

and as I read that line, I think I just fell in love with the book(love in the times of cholera)

As the trees shed their leaves here amidst the onset of winters, the dryness in the air reminds me of those unfulfilled stories.. in a very bitter-sweet way of course...

Somehow I believe only the desire and longing makes for this magic, those great stories.. 

the lonesome walks with the iPod and suddenly getting the apt songs on the shuffle.. the helpless smile.. and being alone in a foreign country adds to the effect .. (Oh yeah, I am as cheesy as it gets! :) )

And somehow if I think, I see a pattern in all my blog posts.. (Besides the lack of creativity and overtly cheesiness as one might say)..

The present intertwined with the past.. the chancing upon the dormant memories.. amidst rain, snow or the fall and sometimes the scorching sun..

and then someone once said, why do we want to see the pattern, just be..

be it those late night calls from the pitch drunk friends telling me how they miss me, recollecting the college days.. or co incidently running into an old "close friend" as we might say now.. ha ha.. how could life be as interesting without those magical moments..

Not that I love to live in the past, in eternal nostalgia... but reminiscing those magical moments once in a while has its own charm.. that's my escape from the present.. 

and while one might say it isn's right..
but then, my world is perfect in its imperfect way... :-)