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I know I don’t say it often enough (not even to myself really) but I love my friends, some more than others. It’s funny how there are only a handful of them who I’m willing to call ‘friends’. We all went to school together and that’s it, never again did our choice of college of work place co-inside ever again. But then…

Sure, we’ve had our moments more than meets the eye, but what matters is that we are still there for each other. Pardon my cliche, but when I say ‘being there’ I don’t mean it in an all-encompassing way. My friends are a bizarre lot, well lets see- we hardly speak to one another, we rarely lend a shoulder to cry on, we seldom know what’s going on in the other person’s life, we have hardly expressed our love for each other on social media and the works. But who cares? In my heart, I know they are there for me when I need them. I know I’m way too egotistic to go to anyone let alone my close friends when I’m having a tough time, but I know I can count on them if at all.

This time when I was in Bangalore, a last minute plan to spend the night at my friend Hem’s place was worth undergoing every bit of that traumatic drive just to get to her place. It could’ve only gotten better from there and it did and how! delicious home cooked food, a beautiful surprise and the best conversation overlooking my favorite city in the world from atop. That evening was something else I tell you.

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Elder Scrolls Skyrim the dark soul

Had I known sooner just how much I would come to miss my room, my pillow, that rusty hand painted photo frame, my clunky old computer, never dissolving pile of laundry on my bed, arrested sunlight behind the spectral curtain, unsung ricocheting between four walls?

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Bangalore Diaries

There is no other place like home I tell you. Murali and I lived like blissful new lovers for two weeks, without worrying about work, cooking or cleaning! I took long showers, wore short dresses, ate Jalebis to my hearts’ content and partied every other day.

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So close yet so far

I already smell it you know, the home made filter coffee and Avrekal Uppittu. I have this mental image of what my father’s expression’s going to be like when he opens the door to his Amrika daughter, rather naively. I don’t think I have it in me to hold my tears when I see him, but I shall try. The plan is to jump up and down, scream surprise!! Continue reading

Happy ‘Father’s Day’ Week – Day 6

I want to share a few pictures from my parent’s wedding day and brag about my mother’s gorgeousness in that beautiful maroon saree (their wedding pictures are black and white and I don’t know why I think she wore maroon, but lets just trust my intuition for now. OK?) Pictures of my father with glasses on, apparently he bought a pair just to look “stylish” on their wedding day. And, I want to share pictures of my sister’s childhood, of the first couple of years of her life, the one that I never got to be a part of.
Growing up, I was never fully able to grasp that my sister was also just a little girl like me. To me, she was always just a little less grown up than my parents. That’s all. A third parent if I may. I needed her to console me when I cried, carry me I was tired of walking and feed me when I was hungry. Although I didn’t cry a lot, I was very heavy and I ate a lot. But, considering the gentle soul that she was, she did all of it without resenting.
My sister is and always will be my father’s favorite daughter. His love for her is unreal. He has always asked me to apologize first every time my sister and I fight. It really doesn’t matter to him whose mistake it is, but I have to apologize first. To him, she could not have possibly done anything wrong.
My mother used to say that it was my father’s idea to have a second child and she personally wasn’t a big fan of the whole thing. (Ha. Thank you mother, you are the sweetest for letting me know that you weren’t interested to have me) and I think that my father wanted to have another child just so my sister has someone to play with at all times. He now laughs and gives me a hug when I make a sarcastic joke about it, but, both of us know that there is some truth to it after all. Alas, my sister was a very very lovable kind of kid (who I hate btw), so I don’t blame him.
Over the last couple of years, their relationship has been stretched and strained because of a few unpleasant incidents in our family and it breaks my heart to see them not be themselves with each other. So, here’s raising a coffee toast in the name of my sister and my father and asking someone up there to make it all normal again. Heck, I should try making it sound like a prayer, maybe it’ll work then? I’ll never know.
So, I think all that I wanted to say was that I don’t have any of those pictures with me right now. I wish I did though. But, this trickle down the memory lane made me feel as though I was flipping an old album. Also, I am hungry right now, I should try having lunch at lunch time. Kiwis and tomatoes for lunch today. (yuck) I am not happy about my lunch at all since all that I can think of is a thin crust goat cheese pizza with roasted mushrooms on top. So, I am pretending to like eating healthy stuff until I actually do or something weird like that which is supposed to work. And we just took a few steps back thinking about pizza now. Crap.
PS: I think I fused our past present and future big time in a it’s-not-funny kinda way, but no one will ever complain. So, we are good?