old and new

the pink of the waterlilies has faded whitish in the winter. and the goldfish have grown. there are some new lil white n black ones that will probably turn gold when older. u can tell so by the spots on their skin. Diner has put tables in the sun. and chrysanthemums are all around. but its not really cold this winter. its like a hoax call after last year's 0 degree. and yet sunrise is so late that my mind refuses to wake up despite the phone and psychological alarms that i set. and i now have a friend in office. yet i love raoming aimlessly in the sun. squinting against the warmth. with my hair growing longer n softer around my face. its hardly six months here. and i feel a sense of proprietorship about this place. its so easy now to go to eatopia and eat on the barstools watching random sports on the flatscreen. mountain biking it was yesterday and today waterbikes.

but the potted flowers make me feel nostalgic about the beds in the hostel garden. that riot of colours there in the winter which soothed your mind after the hours of shazam in the lab. the bright yellow and that mass of red poppies. and that running barefoot on the grass. not once have i visited the place since then. part of my mind doesn't want to disturb the memory of the place by a new visit.