The day that was

I had the most tiresome day ever.i was writing this and then i forgot about it and put up the earlier post.
so around afternoon i went to check the reception hall, to figure out if they did all the extras in the quoted figure and the cake and so on, so while in the car i was on the phone with this girl who was telling me somehow about all her problems and i was nodding. i really was,but she kept pausing for me to say "yeah and then" each time she reached the climax. uhm. (weird that sounded in my head right now)
anyway it was really pleasant outside,very breezy and all which is very rare here and for some reason i kept thinking how when it got hot ie in summer, gets really hot, were would all the stray dogs go.then it struck me how i hadnt noticed and stray dog around at all,unlike in india where they make their presence felt, esp if you are on a scooty and its night and they are in their territorial mood.
so i ask her.
and she sounds very vague about it and also quite miffed that i would ask this in face of her himalyan problem.
no offense to her,but it was unbeleivably boring hearing how she was ready to kill herself if the job dint happen very soon. yeah,you and the rest of the world.

anyway so once i was done with everything it was evening, and i got down at this cafe to pick up these yum sandwiches they have? its grilled and the meat inside isnt really just grilled its dipped in some sauce, am guessing paprika and its the best thing next to khan chacha rolls and butter icing cakes and..ok this could take a while.so moving on.
so outside this cafe there is this outdoor area that faces the sea with a lot of chairs and umbrellas.so am waiting there when i see a dog!
and am thinking,ah, god is definitely listening in on my phone line.
i do this you know thumb and forefinger snap tog motion along with that lip smacking but inwards sound?
at the dog ie.it gets up and instead of being a friendly and wag its tail it starts barking and generaly making its disapproval known at being called that way i guess!
now you see, as much as i love dogs i am hugely scared when they display unfriendly traits so i look away,in the hope that it will ignore me,but it trots over and barks more. at a safe distance though of two tables.

i got up and went in before we made a scene there. so much for asking. trust me most times YOU WILL GET IT.

going on,
in two very separate incidents i got hugged,kissed and generaly mauled around.
so the lady who makes my food,i really like her, she is one of those women who i think if had been given education etc would have made it much bigger than just making rice and sambhar and tampering with recipes.
so since my salaried days i havent given her anything, and you know how its norm to give your all and sundry something once you become earning,working woman.
so i give her about 20bucks which is really not much,perhaps in indian money yes.
anyway she was all moved and put the note to her eyes and then hugged me and generaly looked choked up which made me think of how maybe no one had been nice to her in a long time for her to have reacted this way.

incident two: at my parlor is a sri lankan girl,around my age who does the pedicures and we got decently friendly, but like in many other cases* you know? where people tell me many many things of secret nature she also did. about how and she and her bf had come together and were living together but hadnt told the landlord guy cos of issues and how they were saving to get married and all.
nice stories,just hard on me cos the only reaction i mostly have is a pasted grin and uhm uhm aha aha...
so this girl had earlier told me how she much she loved toe rings when she was taking mine of and how she could never find pretty ones here, i agreed,very true.
so when i was in india and picking up stuff i remembered. yes,i remember stuff like this and i got her a pair. which i handed to her after which the above mentioned hugging happened.
i protested of course saying "oh thats allright" but she continued to vehemently let me know how much she loved and many thanks.

now.
here is my hypocricy.
so as much as i protested about all these affection coming my way am wondering if am really that not happy with it.
cos. you see what if she had taken it from me and said "oh a toe ring,why,thank you" and proceeded to keep it aside and contd painting my toes, i tell you i would have taken great offense.
so you see. it takes turn, i give, they hug, i protest,but.i happy and warm and gooey,well not that much,yet,inside.
pattern am seeing.

that was my day.