Best friends & Yet Another lost relationship

Whats more sad, having no best friend, or having best friends who dont even know they're your best friend? My friends live north of me by probably a good 20+ miles. They have cool, well-behaved kids, kids that any parents would want. Theyre a couple of model children if you ask me. They really are.

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A few days ago i felt my heart break, again. It wasn't a shattering of sorts, but rather more like a lump of clay that fell on a hard, wooden floor with a solid "thump". How foolish i was to think that she could like me. Yes, it was like a thump of solid earthen mass, perhaps because i subconsciously knew she wasnt really all that into me. It hurts alot though, really painful gaping hole in the heart and soul, because i felt really convinced and very good about her. I was so attracted to her, so much more than just the physical.

What makes this whole thing so much more painful is that just the day before the fateful day, we were holding hands, holding each other, smiling, laughing, cracking wise jokes and sarcastic comments, and even a few nice spontaneous kisses. And we even spent a good 90 minutes in a botanical garden, like 2 love birds. And somehow, like something out of a crazy, unbelievable plot in a soap opera, her attitude changes the very next day. She's cold and distant. And im left feeling like the Incredible Amazing Foolish Man.

Every now and then, i think of her. Every now and then, i can feel the void she left in my heart, in my life.

Back to basics de guitar.

I've taken a break way too long.
I don't really remember the last time i touched the guitar or read a single note.
Since most of the songs i know how to play are by memory, it has become too obvious that i've been out of practice.
The dexterity of my fingers are coming back. It is not recommended to pick it back up during winter time; it makes the fingers feel like they're working extra hard just to stay warm.

There are more ways to play music than one.
The ideal and classical way is to read from sheet music.
Another way is to memorize everything.
I choose the latter, because for the life of me I can not read music.

Mumbai to Pune

The night air is cool enough to forget about the humidity. With our bellies full from Abhishek's engagement party, followed by brief chellos to the to-be bride and groom, Rajeev and I started our journey towards Pune, a 5-6 hour journey by tuk tuk (i.e. auto rick shaw) and by bus. After the long tuk tuk ride through the streets of Mumbai we finally arrived at a bus stop. Actually it wasn't a bus stop, but rather a bus that was stopped in the middle of a concrete island in the middle of the road, or so it seemed. I can see that Rajeev is quite upset about something with the bus driver (he was haggled into paying a higher ticket price than was he was told a mere few seconds prior). So even the locals are scammed. How on earth am I to survive with enough money to enjoy the country and leave in relative good health?

Tuk Tuk from Mumbai on way to Pune.

Rajeev and his family, on our way to some "sky city" or something.

Scenic lookout view at "sky city" or whatever it's called, a place for the well-to-do and the retired.

Rajeev getting some roasted corn.

In a Pune chinese/indian restaurant. Really good food. Unfortunately i don't know the name of this place.

One of many fancy building facilities of InfoSys.

In Delhi. I seriously think this is a 20 lane highway.