Tears in the dirt

When it comes to memories, music holds the knife. And my back is ready to take the stab. When I started listening to Steely Dan's "The Royal Scam" today, I was taken back to the times Bijoy and me drove around in his palio with his iPod blasting. Every hook and lick was so precious. It tasted so sweet. As I sit here at my posh corporate art directors G5 desk, I feel so alone, so disconnected. Like everything is so faraway. Well, it is, I know. Ah, well. Then it was Porcupine Tree. I remembered my friends and me sitting in 303, dimly lit, the smoke of the weed inside our pipes and the sound of porcupine tree reverberating in our black-tangled hearts. So many laughs, so many jokes. Now I am alone. My tears are in the dirt. Jp, Rajan, Sachin, Prakki, tell me you love me. Tad emotional eh? I know. I miss "you" too.