So I was contemplating joining a walkathon in support of women’s cancer on Women’s Day, which you know is on 8th March. This meant clearing the path to the steel cupboard that now houses all the sarees. I put it off for 3 days, then of course, the guilt built…
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I woke up at around 7 am when the alarm went off, with a churning in my tummy. Appreciating the fact that I hadn’t woken up after I went to bed at night, because I usually get up for a bathroom break around 4 am, I decided to finish my ablutions (yes because that word is so quaint). Well, what followed was the ablution from hell. I am not even sure how I might have got a stomach infection because I didnt even eat anything unusual yesterday.
U and I went to 8th cross, wandering around, finishing some errands. We shared lunch outside – chow chow bath and rava idlis. Then, later a couple of coffees before we wrapped up the day at 4.30 and decided to return home. After I came home, I made tea as usual and had a slice of cake with it. Then went up for a walk, adjusting my halo because…well…because I felt like.
So I woke up this morning and set about doing stuff as I’d planned last night. Making coffee – check Breakfast – check Peel almonds soaked overnight – check Apple – check Light the lamp and pray – check Keep idlis for steaming – check Now here’s where I hit…
Saying goodbye, that too to V, is the worst thing, Mi. Gosh, the vacuum he leaves behind is so painful. I keep expecting to see his smiling face all the time. We miss the hugs and cuddles, the conversations. Sure we have the technology and can talk to him whenever…
But then, you were always right. The longer I live, the more I believe in the mother-is-always-right phrase. Just this morning, as I chopped up the bhindi, added the masala and set it to cook on the stove and went on to knead the dough for roti, I couldn’t help…
Happenings. Sounds a lot like extra-terrestrial sightings, right? Well, almost. Let me begin with the pleasanter things that I am now taking for granted. That heart when I pour water on the coffee powder in the filter. The moment I think of you, there it is. I mean, if I…