Referring to the eternal clothes alteration, Mi. I had a stack lined up so I could open up the innermost stitch to accommodate me. I meant to do this as I sat and binged on Prime video or Netflix. But…
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Yesterday, the sugar dubba was empty. I felt lazy to open a new pack and ptcha-ed, when I remembered I had put the left over sugar from the last pack in a dubba and joyfully used that. imagine being lazy…
You’ll find it so funny if I admit this, Mi. I was happy to make rotis today. Hence the rottine–you know. (Courtesy Sury of course). I asked him if he found it amusing that I enjoyed making the rotis today…
Even temporary goodbyes are weird, Mi. This time we were imagining all the things you might have done if you’d been around, each time Vidur visited. Of course we know the mid-sem break is super short. Technically a week that…
So last night, very cleverly I stacked the pressure cooker, feeling very proud of myself for deciding on dinner in my head while walking, Mi! Fifteen minutes later not a peep from the cooker! Also, a strange smell. Of course…
Talking of thens-and-nows, the last time I travelled on 8th Main and passed the church, our old friend wasn’t there, Mi. Of course I freaked out a little wondering where he was. It has been raining, so perhaps he had…