RCB 5 wickets down.....now 6....Deccan Chargers it is. I don't know why I'm stressing so much over it- beyond my tiny loyalty to Delhi Daredevils, I don't know much about it. I mean I know how it works and all that, but I can't get myself to enjoy it passionately.
Any way, I'm at the sorry end of the weekend. This was a tough one. Yesterday was sad, as Sunita's father passed away yesterday. She's braver than I. She's been with us 7 years now, and while I can't lessen her grief, I can feel it. She was close to her father the way I'm close to mine. She's unmarried but gets kick out of being independent as that does her parents proud. I do too. I put her on a train to Rourkela this afternoon. I don't when she will be back, but I hope she's able to put a brave front back home, and help her mother through this irreparable loss.
Today I've been super lazy, most unlike me. I don't feel lazy, rather the drowsiness is keeping my eyes closed. I still pushed myself to work out, get myself dented-painted at the salon, but I'm still yawny sleepy. The cheesecake at Flavours didn't help much. But I'd be stupid to pass an opportunity to dine outdoors on a day as beautiful as today.
I've got new glasses. I broke my old ones. Again.
I'm an inch away from fitting beautifully into my new swimsuit. Its 2 piece. I'm no size zero, and when I say I'm an inch away from it I mean I'll soon be in a form that won't necessarily have people wonder why I decided to buy that little piece any way. Now, I need to go to Goa.
I may be on a long flight in less than a week from now. Unless something bad happens. Bad = Change of client's plans. But its not so bad. The alternative will be attending Shefali's wedding in Bangalore, which is just as cool. So lets see..
I'm reading Pirates and Emperors, by Chomsky. Stings, but gives real context. I'll write more about it soon.
Now they're 8 down. So sad!