Played with the sweet afro-american kid ( probably a year old) of the afro-american driver of mine... Do not know what the kid's true name is.... "murali" is the closest we could make out of whatever he calls the kid... Oh no , he doesnt have Indian roots .... Managed to get him (the kid, I mean) to say "tar " "bar" and finally when I give up, he points to a truck on the road tugs at my shoulder and almost burped out "khaa..aaazh" . He can throw them flying kisses like and wink with both eyes ( we are trying to perfect it tho' ) at the same time.
Cooked a simple dinner, cooked some of the usual gossip, vented out, let my roomie vent out...Loaned my shoulder to her vicks-smeared-teary-eyed heavy head and managed to smear most of it off her head to my Tee. Felt a lot lighter comforting her.... Lighter than while I was at the other end of the same tunnel....
Sometimes, in others' tears you dissolve your own miseries...
And yet another midweek mundane mania has come to an end without much ado.
Have planned to take an unplanned , agenda free trip to NYC... Have two open invites that have been put off for a while now. Hoping to use atleast one of 'em if not both.
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hi
stumbled upon your blog though Indiblogger. your tagline is much like mine
i see that you havent updated your blog in a while
keep writing , which is what i keep telling all fellow bloggers
cheers
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