I wonder....

...when I'll stop writing 08 and start writing 09.
It took me half of last year to learn.
Just when I did, the world changed.
Just as I drifted off to sleep, the night changed.

You know its cold when....

...icecream left on the window sill refuses to change from its solid block consistency.



piping hot coffee, let me rephrase that, scalding hot coffee turns to slushy cold coffee withing the time it takes for you to lift your mug to your lips.

sexy nights with the husband mean wearing your best granny thermals and rubbing hands together in a futile attempt to stay warm.

you learn to to sleep in one position all night, if you move, another part of the bed has to be warmed up all over again.

pee actually forms steam as it reaches the bowl. True story.

All those people writing odes to fresh snow and singing about the romance of winter can stuff it. I want coke with ice, moisture beads forming on the glass, dingy fan stirring up stale air, sweaty armpits airing through sleeveless cotton blouses, melting puddles of kulfi, pepsi cola in platic tubes, short shorts and tank tops, dusty beams of bright sunlight, all night card games in the garden with mosquitoes, the smell of mangoes ripening in hay, glasses of freshly churned buttermilk, shimmering tar roads in the afternoon sun...everything that is not winter.

Said the skunk to the skank...

Said the skunk to the skank..'Trust me' and she did.

'I care about you'...the skunk cooed, 'Meh!' the skank cooed right back.

'Step into my lair' said the skunk,

'Do you have any sugar?' the skank wanted to know.

'Yes, yes, sugar and more! Humongous cubes of sugar, tottering piles of sugar!'

'Alrighty then, lead the way.'..she was a skank, you see.

But salt was all the skunk had, so the skank ate him instead. Wiped her lips and went on her skanky way.

Return of the BFF

The BFF is back...and brought with her,

Giggly conversations, more giggles than any conversation actually,
Silly little pet names,
A language, incomprehensible to anybody else outside our sphere,
Mundane life occurrences, detailed and analyzed to death,
Countless phone conversations throughout the day to wail about boring state of existence,
Random nonsense and wise-beyond-her-years sense,
Shopping trips,
Sprinkling ' so BFF said..., BFF thinks...' liberally in arguments with the hubby,
Gossip, mean and bitchy,
Urges to shower each other with unnecessary gifts, justifying it as NOT shopping for self,
A safe place to always to go to,
Opinions- loads of them, about everything under the sun
Sabudana khichadi


Wordless acceptance, unconditional love, a patient ear, TLC, motherly warmth and so much more.
So much happiness.

Welcome back. You have been missed much.

Wishlist for winter

• One toilet seat warmer(a bun warmer if you will).

• One electric blanket, must be cuddly too. Bright colors preferable.

• One constantly warm mattress.

• Heated tiles for the entire apartment.

• Transparent weather proof bubble to wrap around self while battling the elements. Actually, there won't be a battle if the bubble is used.

• Unending cups of magical coffee, ginger tea and soups that don't show up on weight scale.

• One husband who will make above mentioned stuff and later provide hot oil massages.

• Plenty of vacation days to curl up and enjoy the husband made goodies and massages.

• Some sunshiney days, with light glinting off peaceful waters, seen through foggy glasses.

• One umbrella- industrial strength

• One in each style and color Uggs.

• Ten or maybe twenty stylish sweaters.

• Multiple nose, ears and toe covers.

• Two Rambunctious, furry pets.

And lastly warm weather!