Friday to Sunday

Weekends come and weekends go.

Only that this particular one was ideal. Friends on vacation in this beautiful city, the 3 PM beer buzz, chicken curry and rice, The Beatles and Coldplay, a dozen stories recollected, hot lemon tea, a heart to heart conversation in an auto rickshaw, bazaar, a newly discovered cozy cafe in one of my favourite places.

B-L-I-S-S! Yet again :)

My very heavily medicated, sleep over indulged head keeps saying one thing - It's my body's way of commanding me to rest and not fight. More importantly, I should enjoy it instead of whining about how I hate it. Back to my pillow and blanket. Thank you, Mr. Antibiotic.

Flipping through a virtual album and I stop at a photo that I had almost forgotten about. Well, it doesn't hang on the line in my room anymore. I have my reasons.

Seeing it after ages, I figured that maybe the good times don't always get better. Sometimes, they end. And that is the best solution.

I know for sure that I've passed all stages of bitterness and anger.

*Gives the peace sign*

I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

- Harry Burns, When Harry Met Sally, 1989

Theatre is always fun for them. They do handstands, run around, sing and finally settle down to listen to a story. Last Tuesday they heard what happened to Basava and the dots of fire. They were introduced to a Peepal leaf. After looking at it, touching it, smelling it, they gave it back and headed towards the sandpit.

I was hanging around when my eyes fell on a deep green, heart-shaped leaf. I pulled it out and said "Hey guys! remember this? We just saw it sometime ago. Remember what it's called?

The little girl ummmed. The little boy scratched his head. Suddenly his big, bright blue eyes lit up and he shrieked.

"I know this one. It's the HUMAN leaf!!!"

Peepal. People. Human.

Children really are some kind of wonderful :)

Dentists, Doctors, Dermatologists, Dunderheads.

I deal with them right now.

Only my Dolphins make me smile.

As I write this (while nursing my tooth and pretending to not feel cold in this weather), the sibling is watching Arnold George Dorsey live in concert.


Sometimes life just isn't fair.