Thursday, June 28, 2007

"When the Lord closes a door, he opens a window somewhere" - Maria Von Trapp

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!