23 September, 2007
21 September, 2007
16 September, 2007
We bashed her with these weird-brown-bordering-on-obscenity-cylinders that Cafe Coffee Day passes off as cushions. It was a "maar saale ko" moment.
I managed to get smacked with cold+cough+fever = horridest illness. Ugh. Some splendid days have silly endings.
05 September, 2007
The stray dog at the bus-stop stretches his muddy paws and dreams his little dream. The conductor plays his little madam-ye lijiye-seat-flirt-grin-heh-heh-see-you-tomorrow game. The leaves look brown under their coat of dust. Deadlines continue to keep dangle tantalizingly close. A butterfly flies through the traffic. The monsoons stick to their strike this season.
Me? I'm enjoying finding myself in the middle of inexplicably idiotic situations. As usual.