i just spilt (cold) chai on my istri-wala ironed shalwar kameez. no matter how hard i try to be sophisticated, i still end up acting like a klutz.
it's the love that brought me back here. really. truly. i randomly log in and see people have actually left comments when i thought the hey-days of anyone even reading my blog were over! so thank you... all of you :) in b/w i sort of maintained a secret, password protected blog viewed only by your's truly, but what the hell.
a lot has been happening in my life. as usual. and the only relationship relationship i'm having is with myself. there is (almost) no drama happening, my hormones (medicated or otherwise) are not acting up... i'm actually enjoying the 'mature' side of my relationship with inner me. you know, when... the drama is gone and you just enjoy being.
took mum out for dinner last week at zouk. i ordered my favourite: thai chicken with nuts. and after both of us were done ordering and fiddling with our cellphones... we looked at each other and discovered that now there was nothing left to do but talk. to each other. i felt like i was having a 'first date' with someone i knew pretty well, a long time ago. it's been a long time since mum and i have had our 'alone' time or a heart2heart talk talk... i enjoy them but sometimes i want to hold back. if you think drama follows me, then drama is her. and i like the peacefulness in my life right now. despite that, it went pretty well though. and yes, i had to 'borrow' some money from her to pay the bill *blushes*
the other day i had dinner with mum, all of my sisters, 2 nephews and 1 niece. at pizza hut. i really didn't want to go, it's such a family place. full of screaming babies. unfortunately, one of those screaming babies happened to be with us. what i found funny was, we asked for a table alone and we were taken to a floor without any other table occupied and we all were ok with it.
while eating the pizza i kept thinking where it would go: my stomach, butt or my thighs? i looked at my 'married&mommy' sisters who're currently living the perfect kabhi khushi kabhi gham type of lives and i just... couldn't relate to it. when one of the babies cried, or when my nephew was asked to 'behave' and have his meal properly... when all my sisters could talk about were groceries, in-laws, and more issues related to the kabhi khushi kabhi gham life... i said a prayer in my heart, thanking god for keeping me single and thanking mum for knowing and telling me that i wasn't "made" for that kinda life.
i cant imagine my life only being about groceries and children and kapra and indian remixed music (ugh!). is this what being an adult and entering the second phase of your life (marriage-doom) about? why cant i be married (at some point) and still be... you know, "cool"? ;)
