My room is suddenly filled with moths. They stumble in through the window at evening, drift about in the fan-air currents, hit and ricochet off walls and tubelights, descend upon typing fingertips gently dripping wing dust. I don’t much mind their invasion. (I’m quite amiable towards all sorts of insects except cockroaches and the ones that bite.) And moths are the most fascinating creatures. Not so extravagantly flashy as butterflies, but the patterns on their wings are equally intricate in muted shades. Because I’ve been confined at home for long stretches of late, I appreciate it that their erratic whirring keeps me company. My moths and I stay awake and whirring through the nights.

I now have a work email address! This is going to go into the list of firsts when I fill up that obligatory summing-up-the-year meme in another couple of months. I’m working with people I’ve wanted to work with from right when I became aware of their existence. Everytime I glance at my name and the company name connected by an @, it inevitably puts a smile on my face.

The nights have been growing longer and this makes me glad. When the entire locality has turned off its fans, I can hear faint strains of fajr namaaz from the Anwar Shah Road mosque in my room. In December I will even be able to listen to the local trains whistle as they pass through the station at Garia, some 8-9 kilometres of cityspace away from here. My little room stretches and stretches until the walls fall off into darkness; straddled on my minuscule bed I’m a boatman at infinite sea. There is so much to look forward to this winter! I have so much sunshine in my heart I can set awash an entire planet. Please don’t take my sunshine away, okay? Okay. =]


Sundays are wrapped in a gentle glow of happiness, of waking up mid-morning perfectly rested and restored, turning over sloooowly in languid anticipation of a cup of steaming sweet tea, a pile of newspaper supplements and updates on Postsecret and a handful of webcomics, copious amounts of home-cooked food (a rarity on weekdays) and afterwards, a good book to see one through the rest of the day. I think I have finally begun to love the His Dark Materials trilogy. The first book I had found readable enough, but three chapters into The Subtle Knife (late last night) I was really drawn in and 150 pages into The Amber Spyglass it’s still going great. Next on my reading list may very well be the last two books of the Bartimaeus trilogy (I read the first one months ago and it seemed promising) and Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, which is a thick book; I liked it greatly when I started reading it but the timing had been unwise — being right before my sixth semester exams — and somehow I never managed to return.

Today I painted a clock. My mother isn’t too happy about this. Let’s wait and watch (haha!) if the clock still works.

Earlier this evening there was a grasshopper on my glass windowpane. It was long and a very cheerful shade of green, but I got frightened of it and shooed it away because I didn’t know what it was and whether it would bite. The other day (Thursday? Friday?) at university a wasp had taken a fancy to me and just wouldn’t stop trying to sting my face. It followed me round and round and round for about an hour. Wasps are also a very cheerful shade of yellow. I really like the stripes. But Ma tells me grasshoppers are quite harmless that way so maybe I could’ve let it stay. (I feel a little lousy about this right now.)

Yesterday (N and) I went to say hello to a pair of dogs. They were very nice dogs, overflowing with slobber and friendliness. I should upload photos but at the moment I am feeling too lazy. I think I’ll just go back to the book, then.