New year 2014 found me on the terrace of the place I was staying sipping a beer, and more importantly as lonely as a mirage in a desert. It had been only 10 days since I had moved to Bangalore and had not yet laid the foundations for any sort of companionship, superficial or otherwise. You might get the idea that I am not social, but I assure it was not so. I make friends quite easily and lose them easier still. This time around, it being a fresh start of sorts for me, I had decided to take things slower. So with what was like four beer cans for company and a packet of cigarettes to go with it, I settled on the parapets on the terrace of the building as the impending end of another year came ever so near.
I had stumbled upon this heavenly music a couple of months before, the Cocteau Twins. As uplifting as it was melancholic and absolutely exquisite, Liz Fraser and co. gave me extended company to get through the loneliness. Loneliness induced by the visions of great merriment and the general to do that accompanied the festivities of the occasion. Heaven or Las Vegas washed over me like a tame drizzle on a warm afternoon, accentuating feelings of calmness through the general loneliness. Right from the opening track, Cherry Coloured Funk, the entire album flowed through. I watched as pretty girls being escorted by their male companions, people working their way through the great crowd that moved ever so slowly down below, without purpose but with what was essentially euphoria. End of another year and the start of a new one, resolutions and promises being made, being thought off; Inebriated consciousnesses.
The songs and the mild alcohol brought contemplations. Sceneries of purposelessness in happiness unfolding in the chaotic night. Quiet and addressing multiple thought trains, I watched on as hundreds of bitter sweet stories were made down below. With the songs, drinks and burning smoke for company I watched on with eyes watering ever so slightly. And yet it was nothing but intense euphoria.
I had stumbled upon this heavenly music a couple of months before, the Cocteau Twins. As uplifting as it was melancholic and absolutely exquisite, Liz Fraser and co. gave me extended company to get through the loneliness. Loneliness induced by the visions of great merriment and the general to do that accompanied the festivities of the occasion. Heaven or Las Vegas washed over me like a tame drizzle on a warm afternoon, accentuating feelings of calmness through the general loneliness. Right from the opening track, Cherry Coloured Funk, the entire album flowed through. I watched as pretty girls being escorted by their male companions, people working their way through the great crowd that moved ever so slowly down below, without purpose but with what was essentially euphoria. End of another year and the start of a new one, resolutions and promises being made, being thought off; Inebriated consciousnesses.
The songs and the mild alcohol brought contemplations. Sceneries of purposelessness in happiness unfolding in the chaotic night. Quiet and addressing multiple thought trains, I watched on as hundreds of bitter sweet stories were made down below. With the songs, drinks and burning smoke for company I watched on with eyes watering ever so slightly. And yet it was nothing but intense euphoria.
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