Sometimes

Sometimes, even the workaholic Grad School pauses to catch a breath.

Sometimes, Kgp comes back to haunt you.

Haunting is not always scary.

I want to be haunted by the cool summer breeze from B-Top-East.

Sometimes, I want to stop and smell the roses.

Most of the times, they pull me back and I feel that I'm ploughing for the new gardens to come.

The quest for utopia is unending.

"The day I get into IIT, I'll be happy"
"The day I get a foreign internship, I'll be happy"
"The day I get a good app, I'll be happy"
"The day I have a paper at ISSCC, I'll be happy"

Happiness is here to stay.

Sometimes, I don't know what I'm looking for.

Most of the times, I work hard to keep those sometimes at bay.

Haunting can be scary.

Sometimes, it takes diffused yellow lampshades, stirring music, a Blogger window and 1 AM on the clock to feel like oneself back again.

I know that my rose is here to stay.

Sometimes, one rose can make a bouquet.