Spring break

It's finally the holidays again. London has had some lovely sunny spells all weekend.
I had a really good weekend.
Friday night we watched the David Lynch film , I cant even remember it's name. 3 hour long epic with flashing images and my head buried in Ville's shoulder trying not to scream really loud. It must have hurt.
Saturday morning was strolling around Camden town with Bakyt, and then singing funny songs on a park bench in Hyde Park. I also wanted to go on the row boat and have someone read Keats to me. Incredibly romantic no?
In the evening, while the sweet smell of burning weed wafted into my room, my mind wandered back to life as a design student in Bombay. Cutting Chai cups, days of sitting on verandah's in Manali or Kodai Kanal, sitting in groups on the table at Just Around the Corner, a messy student hole in a circle, a group of chillum smoking Israeli's at a rave or a beach shack in Goa.
My life has been through so many phases that are distinctly different from each other. I genuinely enjoyed that phase the most. I've never travelled across India as much as I did with Bhav, my three years at Nift. Love it. I can never relive it.
Sunday was just the day for the riverside. We strolled hand in hand looking at beautiful houses, and discussing what car's we'd like to own. We walked all the way from the Hammersmith bridge to Chiswick, watching rowing groups practice and I was rather mean, I admit to many old people's pets.
In the evening, I attempted cooking Lasagna for Bakyt who was joining us for dinner. It was an interesting first experiment but I think the next time will be better. I'm not convinced it was good, but no one is ill yet.
Monday night i drew Ville's tattoo on my sketch pad. I have to hunt for Harsh, my illustrator friend who can make it more amazing. This was a memorable moment for me. That evening we spent walking on the South Bank. We looked at some Matisse and Amrita Sher-Gil at the Tate Modern. Then we walked all the way to Victoria and caught a bus home. We watched a documentary on the India Pak partition and I shed a tear.
Tuesday, he left.
I am so sad now.
Whats the point? I dont know.
My relationship confuses me immensely but such is life and I'm living in the moment even though I'm a dreamer.
But tomorrow I'm flying off home to Bombay and all will be perfect.