The wasteland...

"I feel it in my fingers,
I feel it in my toes,
Love is all around me,
And so the feeling grows..."

- Love, Actually

Its almost Christmas, I still keep shuttling between Kgp and Cal, the winters beautiful, my health's almost right again now and work a lot more peaceful. The lines keep humming in my ears. Liberating. Enslaving. Stuck in a moment. Enraptured. Scarred. For life.

"Let's start a brand new story..."

I did. Agatha Christie's "Murder on the Links". Bought at Wheeler at Howrah while waiting for Sri Jagannath Express to take me to Kharagpur. Dont know why. Just felt like those trips we used to take with a couple of books bought at the station. Just felt like it again. Chap didnt have a couple of books I wanted. So stuck with this. Maybe I am too old to read Poirot still. Nonetheless, I enjoyed it. Maybe, I am a kid. [:(] [:(] [:(] [:(]