The Aroma Of Self-Cooked Meals

Now that I can finally say it out loud, here is a tiny-little change in my life. An itsy-bitsy change. I am now living alone, in a flat, where everything is done, managed, arranged by me. (Tiny change.)

I was never one to socialize. Ever. So the silence in the flat is like music to my ears. The solitude is comforting as humans make me anxious. The noises around me are just the ones in my head and I am loving every second of it. But my taoist soul knows that to every yang there is bound to be a yin.

The silence is a double-edged sword, it makes me queiter too. And one of the things which I really really miss, is the excuse to laugh.

When we are surrounded by humans, we find out reasons to smile or to laugh so frequently that we tend to ignore about them. The opportunity to smile loses the face value that it holds the more and more it is shared. While being on the same page, I finally realize how much I love to laugh, despite being accepting and embracing of the fact that I have a goth side that tends to come out so often that we cannot say that it “comes out”. And now I was living my life, in silence.

Until recently, there has been a tiffin service that I was reaping the benefits of and just two days back, I got my gas stove. So I can finally cook my own meals, more on that some other day.  I am not a chef. Hell, I am not even a cook! I have been preparing meals for me before this solitude too sometimes, but that was entirely different.  So when I cooked my entire meal for the first time yesterday afternoon, I came to a realization which strengthen over the 3 more meals  I made after that.

When I chop my vegetables, I often hum a tune alien to me. When I am using the rolling pin, I am almost always smiling. And when the veggies finally hit the flavored, crackling oil, and the aroma of food cooked by my own hands, hits my head and takes me to the meals my mother makes; I laugh out loud for two entire minutes.

There is something about cooking food that is so entertaining! You know what I mean? Something so powerful that it drives me to places unimaginable. The aroma of freshly cooked food has for the last couple of days has amused me so much that I secretly look forward to cooking.

Just to have my nostril drive my thoughts to home and the meals that my mother cook, which is now the only thing I call food.

With love,


Recycling, Reusing and Repurposing

Nostalgia. I remember when I was in school, a few days before the seeming freedom a friend of mine dropped all his friends a text. A few days before the final exam, the message read, “Coming to School tomorrow?” And in that instant, the reality of the situation hit our bellies like a wrecking ball. The bittersweet aftertaste, matured for 12 years had finally indeed hit our heads. Intoxicating us.

Today as I write this seemingly absurd contemplation, I am reminded of the same. Nostalgia.

Nostalgia for the blog I began and reshaped so many times. Nostalgia for the similar yet ever evolving *tap-tap-tap* of the keyboards I have used. Nostalgia for the flat that I am in. Where I shall be in sweet solitude for . . , let’s say, a while now. Nostalgia for my parents, with whom I lived for so long! And nostalgia for myself and what has become of me.

I can’t write a lot as of now. I have to pick the minds of the greatest weavers of the history. (Much more than you have you eat mine!) But all that I can say right now is, I am recycling this. I am going to reuse this website.
And this will be repurposed, yet again.

For at this very moment, on the 5th of July 2017, 2:51 am I sit half-naked, under a fan in a nearly empty flat. Feeling nostalgic and cathartic.

But at this moment the tonic is not matured for 12 years, but 20.

To your good health!

Quote Challenge, Day 1

This challenge has been sent to me by and this is seriously challenging.

Not cause I don’t know enough quotes. I started compiling quotes from my favorite songs, movies, books and even advertisements last year. And about fifteen of them are tagged on to my wall. It’s a challenge cause I don’t actually know 9 bloggers to challenge.

So they’re all a shot in the dark.
And this is my first challenge so if I don’t do as it was meant to be, apologies.

Writing a blog majorly focused on love, I know you guys are eager to see a love quote here. But there’ll be three themes for three days. I was a severely pessimistic person before. Then love morphed me into a butterfly. Then I am super optimistic. So the three themes will be Pessimistic, then a love quote and finally a motivation quote.

So today’s quote is;
Into the fire she consumed all their hate.
Silent Hill

Today’s theme is darkness and this hits the nail. Be it video game or movie, the Silent Hill franchise is my favorite.
This quote here reflects brokenness so perfectly. Into the fire she consumed all their hate. All of their hate added fuel to an inferno inside her. All just made push and push forward. And finally tip over. And she burnt herself.

I challenge:


Can I take a photograph of yours?

Absolutely not.

I will treasure a moment with my girlfriend and make it indestructible with a photograph.

Your word usage won’t change my mind.

Okay. But can you tell me the reason why?

‘Cause I look like a wreck!

Mademoiselle, a perfect wreck too is a thing of supreme beauty.

Life as a Conflict

It is a conflict between the definite and indefinote prepositions and the dispositions.
The conflict between the spiderweb of connections and concoctions.
The conflict between the yin and the yang.
A conflict of prejudices and derivatives derived.

And this makes the most simplest of our conversations into poetry.


It’s very unlikely of me to do this but for the first time, I will.
I’m going to share one of the most…..  The best……  I don’t know. 😦
I’m seriously in tears. 😦
It’s very….  Just read it. I can’t say anything right now.

Fast and Furious 7:
Ramsey: You aren’t going to say goodbye?
Dom: It’s never a goodbye.


It’s not about anything from the scene or the movie or the whole franchise.
It’s about Paul Walker and Vin Diesel.

It’s about Vin Diesel.
It must’ve been so hard to do that last scene.
So hard.

Rest in peace, Walker.


Greetings human,
This is Adwitiya Dixit taking a bit of time to apologize and thank you. Apology because I have not been blogging properly. I’ve been under the weather for a while. And yesterday I wanted to blog but I hyperbolically swooned.
Thankew all (yes ew. I love ew.) for reading and liking. I’m really happy that you are like with what I am experimenting and you’ve been given me the ease in the tension of my leash of populace pleasure by liking he new experiments I’ve been itching to do. All new followers, thank you. All the readers, thank you. All in all, thank you all for your time that you are investing here.

One thing more, if you have any complains or critical accusations or technical faults that you want to report feel free to comment them here.
Want to connect with me, then follow me on Twitter, @adwitiyadixit mail me maybe,
And soon I will be adding some more here because I’ve been having some ideas about adding the bazzam to the blog. Trying to provide more time to it too.

Stay connected, stay healthy. Keep reading. And be you.

“I am that I am”

Your’s apologetically,
Adwitiya Dixit

Self Cannabalism

Now there is a reason behind why I don’t like the laptop for the purpose of writing. I can’t use auto correct and that leads to a lot more work, I have to point and place and then place the hyphens and the inverted comas and what not. All the periphery of punctuation leads to a lot more work on the laptop and leads to be more time consuming.

But I also love writing on a laptop because of the shorter keyboard and the actuality of a keyboard and tangible buttons feel so good on the fingers my speed is not hampered at all, I can type faster on the keyboard.

And yes you are right, I am using a laptop at the current moment to write this blog.

The thing is that I must’ve done something or the other wrong. ‘Cause I find it very hard for my readers to stick around for long, and that makes me confused. I mean if I don’t write daily, I lose my consistent readers for good and for the obvious reasons I cannot blog daily. I must’ve been wrong at someplace that something is wrong and my readers don’t stick around. And I don’t understand  that something because other bloggers seem to be writing in periods undefined are being read. I don’t know what I do wrong.

The point here is that I have been cannibalizing myself. I have a sudden urge to write a lot of times and I didn’t blog more than one blog (with the exception of a few days in between) for the fear of how can the readers read? Now I have surpassed the fear of being read and have attained the point of self-actualization and I am now writing for myself.

Just joking.

I am creating another category called “Self cannabalism” in which I will upload the posts I have self cannabalised by uploading more than one in the same day. The second thing to be told is now I have all the periphery to work on my novels and poem books. So, I’ll write them now. Super excited for them.

You guys don’t read me. But still, I love you all.

– Adwitiya

Confessions Of A Deluded Mind

Imagine, I’m sitting on a circular table with black chairs. Wearing a white shirt and blue denim jeans. Blue as of the skiest blue you can imagine blue. Sipping coffee from a black mug and wearing white ear-phones which blare out a song called Drink A Beer and I am gazing at a sunset from my parents apartment.

Now the image you have formulated, might be true. But can’t it be wrong? I mean you only imagined what you thought would be normal in the situation provided by me. What would be sane in the provided situation. What if I am sitting on my head and my feet are supported by the wall and I am sipping my cold coffe from a straw than the warm steaming coffee you would’ve imagined? A possibility, though least probable, but can’t be ruled out completely.

Now this had to be (HAD to be) done so that you don’t staight away term me incomprehending insane. Let me quote another example. Example.

I’ve said my point across exactly, and you didn’t even saw it. Huh? Yes, if I talked to myself, I’d kill me too.

When you read the word I said Example, you concluded what would be sane in the situation. That you ruled out the probability that I might have written Examp(capital I)e. Cause it doesn’t make any sense at all. Not your fault. Because it is completely sane approach.

Dem Puns, Brah!

But as I said it is completely, sane for you to think so and completely insane of me to think of bending the sanity. You see I wished something at the current moment which is improbably impossible.

It was 4:45 when I began writing this, (an utter coincidence that it was 45, I’m the least time bound person you might ever meet.) and the sun was pre-setting and I had a sud…

I’m going to do a diploma in Phonetics. There is this word in Urdu which is called talab. I haven’t found it’s exact English cousin. It is pronounced with a soft like the Russians and Germans do. The word means a sudden urge to consume something, primarily. It can also be used to define a sudden urge to do something.

I had a talab to sit in a heavy torrent of rain. To bathe myself in a shivering cold rain. And get wet to my bones. It was a sudden urge to do that. A strong urge to do it. I tried to replicate the feeling by taking a shower with my clothes on. But no, it just didn’t exist.

I hope, that it rains today, just so that I can sit under it and feel it. And I already proved that I am not crazy if I have such a feeling. 😉

Come Again?

That is what you are going to say after you realise what this blog is about. I mean, this is one of those blogs which I write to share something really cool and amazing which I want you to try but (there, always (ALWAYS), is a but with me.) but at the risk of being termed really weird and at the risk of losing the somewhat readers that I have. Although I have no problem in being termed weird, ’cause honestly, this even gives me the creeps. The problem here though is about how a reader may survive such a creepy blog and come around yet again for some more.

Though this is not a creepy story blog which I am coming back to soon again. Regaining the lost territories I lost at the War of Normality vs. Dreamer thingy, I am. But this blog is creepy in general. You guys better be told now that, I have got an appetite for creeps and thrills. In my free time I read about creepy stuff. Like creepy pastas (really? I mean who coined that term?), Cryptids, Ghosts, spirits, vampires, wolves (though not creepy, a guy reading about wolves with an obsession on the verge of mania is creepy), and voodoo. Yeah, I love creeping out others but more importantly, I love to creep myself. (I’m telling you, I once wrote a scary story, a spin off of bloody mary, and scared myself so much that I couldn’t sleep and cursed myself for writing that. XD )

Come to the point already!, I can hear you say that already.

Okay. So I think it was Insidious 2nd in which that bearded guy says, “Everybody has a personal way to contact the spirits, this is mine.”, as he takes out the dices with the alphabets. Bear with me, don’t freak out.
This is about a way to to too.(The to to too is a grammatically correct sentence, if you were wondering.) But I don’t believe in such stories. Even though I love them. I believe that after we die we all go to a deep long sleep. And that every other theory is not to be comprehended by me.

This blog is about that time you remember when you wanted to know something. Or get a rhetorical question answered? Or get the answer to a personal mystery? Or just talk with someone on a topic that you couldn’t disclose to anybody?

Well, this is a solution I have.
This works too. Though I have got a psychological and reasonable explanation about this, let this be the way it is. Fantasies fill my tummy.

You got that? Fantasies fill my  tummy cause I have an appetite for the weird. Hahaha, so funny, pathetic little joker. (-_-)

Okay. So it is very simple.

You ask a question and then you play a song on shuffle.
That’s it.
Okay, I can see a few of you laughing out loud and almost every reader with a smile on their lips. But believe me it is awesome.

If you are like me, about music I mean, You have got loads and loads of songs. I have a song about almost every occasion and of every genre. Literally from Mozart to Metallica. From blues to Lamb of God. (You haven’t got the last connection, I know. Mark Morton from lamb of God plays blues riffs in a metal way. I love that guy. Hi beard helps me love him more.)

So you just ask a question while a song plays in the background, remember to play all the songs you have, not just your playlist. Every song you can get your hands on . And then hit “next”. And you get your answer.

For example,
“Am I any good?”
Answer: Automatic (Tokyo Hotel)
“Well, thank you. You are good at compliments!” *hits next*
Answer: God Bless You (Black Veil Brides)
“You think I should blog more often than I am?”
Answer: Nothing (The Script)
“You can’t give me that reply! Answer me!”
Answer: Untitled (Simple Plan)

Okay the above mentioned was a joke and nothing else. Actually I ask a lot of questions. Most of them are personal and I feel it awkward sharing. Questions like, “Am I even thinking straigt now?”

Try it, even though it silly.