Today i couldnt care about anything. not the lady who talks about me to the fat lady, not the girls who huddle up and ignore me or the guy who is perpetualy in my face or the fact that my story idea was taken away from me or that my sister is perenially unhappy and sending me crasy messages blaming me for everything.
cos
i
am
going home
yes. home is where the mommy is, who will go on a feeding spree all the while telling me how fat am becoming, take me shopping and buy me pretty salwars and watch all mallu serials and update me on whats happening there, insist that i dont spend any cash while am home, but yes i can take her to Grand and buy her oonu with fishy curry- though thats my favorite.
ask me how much beer has been guzzled down, and to my vague answers ask for a strict ballpark, what is that anyway?
i hope its raining in cochin. now thats asking way too much, rain in oct? but if rain gods r listening, please? just twice, once when am about to sleep and once in the evening, that chaya time?
il have the whole family together for once. cribbing violent sister included. there will be tremendous amount of shopping,dinner, movies.
i think am overdoing it, considering am home for just a week.
but its one week? dyu hear me? a whooole week.
and last, but the best, il have tashu and Em home, staying with me. il hear romantic silliness and despair,together.
i have gifts for them, my babies :)
what a mushy post. full of smileys and optimism.
hmph
what d hell! am ssoooo happy!
1 comment:
yh yh...rub it in X(
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