There is so much I wanna write and so much I don’t. I want to rant and rave about the heat which is plain melting me. I tell you one of these days if you find a puddle of water where I use to be just don’t be aghast because that would have been me that has melted. The AC in this office works just fine but today I had to use the table fan too that has thankfully been provided. I stood up from my chair sheepishly wanting to take stock of the situation and keep a watchful eye out for any other table fans being used and ta da I am not the only one. Every single table fan is on.
I had a mediocre week though it was Mommy’s birthday on Wednesday, reason being the house was full of people and none of them were party revellers and suddenly I just wanted to be on my own. I wanted to sit quietly far from the madding crowd, in one corner of a cold cold room and paint my nails and smoke a Gudang Garam. I did all of that Friday evening minus a cigarette of course. Yes I haven’t had one in a while. This time I am not going to write about it, this time it is just quiet determination hopefully.
I saw Vicky Donor on Saturday evening and as expected I lauuedd it. I loved Ayushmann Khurana’s interpretation of the middle class 'punju' boy from Lajpat Nagar. That character pulled quite a few of my heartstrings but alas I knew he would. With the characteristic stubble and shock of thick hair and that punjabbi twang and typical Delhi lingo he could have been any of those guys one saw all over the place in the capital.
So there are a couple of trips I am looking forward to in the next one month and then come July it’ll be another task that I have to accomplish. Office is blah some days and some days tis' tolerable. I made one friend and we mostly bond on all things girly. Eeeeksss imagine this is me too. Hahah! But hell who cares as long as I find a partner in crime during the lunch breaks to snoop out and window shop and pick up bric bracs.
Missing happens every once in a while followed by long conversations with S when we try to convince ourselves nothing coming out of this something and guess what I am still not giving up.
I had a mediocre week though it was Mommy’s birthday on Wednesday, reason being the house was full of people and none of them were party revellers and suddenly I just wanted to be on my own. I wanted to sit quietly far from the madding crowd, in one corner of a cold cold room and paint my nails and smoke a Gudang Garam. I did all of that Friday evening minus a cigarette of course. Yes I haven’t had one in a while. This time I am not going to write about it, this time it is just quiet determination hopefully.
I saw Vicky Donor on Saturday evening and as expected I lauuedd it. I loved Ayushmann Khurana’s interpretation of the middle class 'punju' boy from Lajpat Nagar. That character pulled quite a few of my heartstrings but alas I knew he would. With the characteristic stubble and shock of thick hair and that punjabbi twang and typical Delhi lingo he could have been any of those guys one saw all over the place in the capital.
So there are a couple of trips I am looking forward to in the next one month and then come July it’ll be another task that I have to accomplish. Office is blah some days and some days tis' tolerable. I made one friend and we mostly bond on all things girly. Eeeeksss imagine this is me too. Hahah! But hell who cares as long as I find a partner in crime during the lunch breaks to snoop out and window shop and pick up bric bracs.
Missing happens every once in a while followed by long conversations with S when we try to convince ourselves nothing coming out of this something and guess what I am still not giving up.
