so true, so true..............

big girls do cry....

life is a bitch.....she takes away the little you have and then some....so my bro has decided to move out after his wedding...after he promised not to. with this i lose my idol, my confidant, my best friend.

this time i'm too tired to cry...too tired from crying over men who felt so right but were never meant to be, too tired from crying over men who shouldn't have been, too exhausted from being mad at the world when its me i hate.

whoever said big girls dont cry didn't mean it...

I'm singing in the rain....

What a glorious feeling to be alive again
I'm waltzing along,
Singing a song
I'm tapping my feet
To a bump-de-bump beat

I have a lil' seeket and I'm all feverish with excitement.....

Tortilla Flat

was turning out to be a morning of noconsequence...rainy outside, no pressing work....till i received the pleasantest surprise...

i had discussed John Steinbeck with this boss guy i met during an interview ages ago...and he was shocked i had not read Tortilla Flat, which he said is Steinbeck's most popular book...i promised to try and hunt for it....forgot entirely about the conversation till i recieved it by post this morning....v v touched....must remem to say thanks....apart from the fact that i love Steinbeck's books, i think part of my curiosity about this book is because i have this fancy for abstract-vague names....tequila sunrise...purple orange....sidewalks of the world....that's what i'm naming my coffee shop btw....

i'm a happy little girl again....

yawn....

its 8:45 on a monday morning and i'm at work already thanks to my physiotherapist who didn't show...yeah, i have finally decided my wrist pain is not something that will go away...2hrs every morn for a week...painful but highly necessary....went trekking with a bunch of ppl on Sat to this place just outside of Mandya....make that tried.....half way through the bothersome nerve in my wrist started the hip hop....pressure on right hand hip....grabbing at a rock hop....so i had to leave half way through which was v embarrasing....we planning on going on the 10th of Nov again and this time i intend to finish the course...

so im getting a s-i-l...

thats a sis-in-law...yeah, my commitment-phobic brother who has denied the existence of this girl for nearly 8yrs now suddenly decided on sat that he needs to "move on" and that "it is a natural progression"....didn't feel the shock too much since i had just come back from Octoberfest and was on a bit of a high...

but when i did, the next day, i cried non stop for half an hour and stopped only because i fell asleep....before i did, though, apparently i promised to move out of my room and to try and not hate her too much...and also apparently i asked whether i will still be top priority.....

my parents are worried since i said we dont get along too well....but bro assures me i will have no issues because she IS nice after all.... i just missed it all these years when she called me fat and rude...

im very happy for him because he says they love each other very much...but im hurting because i think im going to be brother-less in a bit....

its gonna be a bright, sunshiny day.....

somehow most of my fondest memories have a beautiful sunny day in them...and since im tripping down memory lane at the moment, im pulling one of my most loved ones out of the bag to blog about...

winters' morning in delhi...sun playing hide and seek with the clouds sprinkling the road with golden specks....i was driving down a deserted road with a friend, in no particular hurry to do anything...we pull up at a book sale...its a boutique shop and the discounted books cost a bomb so i wander to the coffee shop next door...

its done up in fiery reds and greens...holly and pretty little christmas trees...we order coffee and decide to stay long enough to play a game of scrabble....im so engrossed in my game i dont notice the owner of the coffee shop watching us....he walks up...asks if he can interrupt...and helps me score a brilliant 33 with just 2 tiles...

we get talking once the game is over.. he is about 30, owns a lovely coffee shop and says he does the crossword first thing in the morning....didnt know men like that existed anymore...it was almost 6 o'clock by the time we leave....and i was madly smitten.....