I divide my sleep hours between the afternoon and the night. When I woke up this afternoon after a short ciesta, I felt like going out for a nice, hot cup of coffee with someone. Then it hit me that all those friends whom I would normally think of calling for coffee, now worked - and hence lived - elsewhere. That feeling was almost a physical pain in the general region where heart is located.
But then I got up, dragged myself to the kitchen, put some milk to boil and put the coffee-maker on. The slightest of hustle wakes up my mother. So she woke up smiling at the magical aroma of coffee brewing! I asked her to watch over the milk and stepped out and got some samosas from an eat-out near by! Fresh hot coffee, fresh hot samosas, a sudden outburst of rain, favourite travel show on Discovery Travel and Living Channel, mom updating me on my baby niece's latest stunt acts - what more does one want late on a summer afternoon!
And when I sat with Doctor Zhivago again, I remembered my dad had given me yesterday a gift voucher from Odyssey - a bookshop-cum-music shop-cum-gift shop-cum-stationery shop - that he got from the library, for renewing his membership. I walked, in the lovely drizzle, to Odyssey, picked up a double album of Begum Akhtar's and bought two bright red heartin-shaped lollypops. I walked back home happily devouring the lollypops. People were staring, but the lollypops were way too delicious for me to pay much attention to some random people on the road!
But then I got up, dragged myself to the kitchen, put some milk to boil and put the coffee-maker on. The slightest of hustle wakes up my mother. So she woke up smiling at the magical aroma of coffee brewing! I asked her to watch over the milk and stepped out and got some samosas from an eat-out near by! Fresh hot coffee, fresh hot samosas, a sudden outburst of rain, favourite travel show on Discovery Travel and Living Channel, mom updating me on my baby niece's latest stunt acts - what more does one want late on a summer afternoon!
And when I sat with Doctor Zhivago again, I remembered my dad had given me yesterday a gift voucher from Odyssey - a bookshop-cum-music shop-cum-gift shop-cum-stationery shop - that he got from the library, for renewing his membership. I walked, in the lovely drizzle, to Odyssey, picked up a double album of Begum Akhtar's and bought two bright red heartin-shaped lollypops. I walked back home happily devouring the lollypops. People were staring, but the lollypops were way too delicious for me to pay much attention to some random people on the road!