….. I have fresh mushrooms waiting in my refrigerator to be cooked. I picked them up from Auchan over the weekend. Mushroom masala for dinner today with rotis, it looks like!
….. I realised how something as simple as going for a walk religiously, every morning and evening, has the potential to turn into a social struggle. I didn’t sign up for that when I signed up to get fitter, to take good care of my health! Gah!
….. I am more in love with Will Schwalbe’s The End Of Your Life Book Club than I was yesterday. It is such a lovely book that I don’t want to finish it – I read it in short bursts and then spend some time savouring and reflecting over the words I read. I am totally in love with Will Schwalbe’s mother – I want to live like she did, I want to die the way she did.
….. my house is full of Nagpur oranges, thanks to an orange-crazy OH. I am tempted to make some orange rasam, which I remember reading about on a food blog, once upon a time. I need to look for the recipe!
….. I am craving for a girl friend who really gets me, who can read the expressions on my face, write long e-mails to me, discuss the colour of nail polishes and TV serials with me, talk to me about books, bring over food for me when I don’t want to cook, and pull me out for dinners and shows and movies. Someone with whom I can be the silly, dumb old fool without fear of judgement. Someone who will tell me what’s best for me, on my face.
…. I want to watch Ram Leela. On the big screen. Not for the story, but for the Gujarat connection.
…. I want to get my hands on a lot of books, different from the ones I usually read. I don’t care if they are bestsellers or not, but each one of them should be a sensitive read and move something within me.
….. I realised the immense power a hug or a cuddle can have, all over again. A heartfelt hug can really cure blues and make you feel more happy, more able to face up to the world.
…. I am craving for street food from Gujarat, thanks to posts like this and this. Wait, it’s not only the food. I am craving for a trip to Gujarat, to get up close and personal with the place once again. For the sounds, smells and sights of the place. I thought I would never feel like going back home again, after my parents shifted to Bangalore – after all, what used to be my house there is no longer my home, there’ll be no eager faces waiting for me at the airport or railway station. But then, the heart lives in a world all of its own. Turns out, I do want to go to Gujarat again, and show the OH the place that I lived in, from my eyes.
…. I realise, for the umpteenth time, that I haven’t really explored Bangalore the way I thought I would when I shifted here. I want to see the nooks and corners of the city, see them from the eyes of an outsider, discover new eateries and gardens that I haven’t been to earlier.
…. I am in love with my pink nail polish. Yes, GB, I finally got it! 🙂
…. I realised how much I love the locality that I live in. Not for the first time.
…. I am in love with Maharani jhumkas. I want!
…. I realised that Christmas is just around the corner. One of my favourite festivals, and I have begun to feel the festive fervour in the air. Lovely!
…. I am tempted to join the December Photo-a-Day Challenge, but am worried about all the space the pictures will occupy on my blog. I have a lot more picture posts and travel stories to write! A Facebook page, maybe? What say you?
…. I realised it has been oh-so-long since I wrote a short story or a poem. I seem to have lost the ability to do that. 😦
…. I realised I also seem to have lost the ability to see the beauty of simple things in life, to think of them and to write about them. I begin with a thought that is simple and sweet, but I end up converting it into something complicated and unable to be explained. Oh, well, maybe I need a break.