All you need is love...

I have read four Mills and Boon thingies and feel positively yucky. Good side: hints at probability of a time when won't be able to stand the sight of them. In fact, pretty close.
I will never be able to make a coherent story-like post, so here's the fact in a nutshell:

Us 4 had great fun at A's place on the fourteenth. We ate (seems like the best part to me), chatted and watched Friends. I think the possibility of a job brings out the wackiest aspects of me most uninhibitedly.
(I do realise that what i term wacky has a chance of being interpreted as pure pain-in-the-ass by the threesome. But I really liked me that way myself, so whooya cares..
15th August too was so beautiful, man.
I don't mean that all my latent patriotism burst through yesterday. Rather that it was a beautiful day, a lovely day for a holiday (that's what it is), and it THEREFORE seemed a perfect day to remember that c'etait le jour de la liberte.
See, it's the way you shape a day in your mind. I remember, say, Janmashtami, and it creates no impressions in my mind.
15th August's another matter.
I guess it's just that I have nice memories.

Till the end of the fourth standard, I used to live at Rohini. If u've noticed the tall building just as you come off the incline of V.I.P. Road at the beginning of Ultadanga, that's a part of Rohini Complex, where we lived for 3 years till we came to stay at our own flat. It was the only place where I had a kind of normal-ish childhood. Ran around with a pile of friends, played the usual assortment of 'lukochuri' and 'kumirdanga', had wild fun during Holi, sat through lovely summer evenings during vacations with nary a care. It was a very communal thing at Rohini, and Independance Day meant flag hoisting (we had a pedestal kind of thing rounded in by interconnected chains where u could sit if you were less than four feet tall, and swing if you were shorter). Kids all turned out in white and there were sports activities. And the thing I remember especially that one year was this race where you had to run/walk with a spoon in your mouth which had a marble placed on it. Yours truly was as usual too shy/scared/ feeling the outsider, to participate. Anyway, that year, this girl who always used to be kinda the outcast among the gang of grown ups won and I remember she held the stem of the spoon inside her mouth almost to the end of it, and I thought it was so clever. It had been a balmy day just like yesterday morning. And I didn't realise until now that that day had become a happy memory in my mind.
Yesterday at A's place was also so lovely.
Her window faces the phallic building at Southern Avenue. There was this lilting breeze blowing and a sari strung outside one of the balconies of phallic build. was dancing away in this absolutely gay, liberating abandon in the breeze. Just now, it reminds me of American Beauty, where the kid (Wes Bentley, I mean) plays out a video of a plastic bag flying endlessly in the breeze with the autumn leaves swirling around in its wake.
Kailsh Kher's 'deewani' has the same lilting rhythm to it, you know --that things are happening and there's this incredible beauty and you are swept along in its wake and there's nothing to be done about it really save fitting yourself to the rhythm of events. Life is so beautiful.

And somewhere, Baba perhaps is watching me.