It's been a while since I've had days so packed with action. Ironically, when asked by anyone exactly what the action was, I am embarrassingly tongue-tied. Not because I have developed an affliction whereby I can't articulate my thoughts anymore..(I sometimes believe I was born that way.. never needed to develop it!).. but because there is just so much to tell, and then again, so little that is worth telling people who aren't living through this mess!
A typical day in recent times, would begin a little painfully (crick in the neck, a stiff arm, sounds of altercation or incessant irritating alarms ringing on other people's phones). This would, however, be followed by a surprisingly normal morning, full to the brim of mundane, everyday tasks that positively reek of the kind of hard work no one appreciates. Just to make things a little interesting, there'd be the occasional flash of temper, which, in this heat, does no one any good (especially when the person in question is me!). Further, lunches have been interesting lately, ranging from fancy-schmancy pasta, to yummy leftovers, to air and water. There has also been a lot of roaming around, mostly for regular grocery shopping, or to visit sundry people.
Once or twice, of course, the roaming around got a little more interesting. Take, for instance, the time Masi, Nani-bua and I went to the beauty parlour, which we fondly call S-de'beaut. The dames there didn't seem to be quite with it that day. So, they plastered Nani-bua's hair with henna, and ran back in five minutes to inform her that it would leave some oragey-red colour however soon they washed it off. She was quite aghast, cause she'd just spent some ten minutes telling them that she didn't want the colour! And the golden-orange that resulted was priceless..
Masi, therefore, was warned, and decided to stick with the pedicure and manicure. However, the dames didn't seem to know how to get rid of her fake nails. Ahem. And then, just as Masi had settled comfortably in her chair with her hands and feet in sudsy water, one of the dames traipsed in and asked her if she'd rather have a haircut first. So, of course, no contest, no manicure or pedicure!
And after all this fun, we reached home in rather good humour, but in the typical manner of these last few days, the evening was effectively ruined by churlish behaviour. Sigh. No one you know. Lucky you!
But I've tried to make up for everything by improving my mind and reading stuff to elevate my thought processes and generally become brighter. Thankfully, I have the tools ready at hand anytime I choose to lay my hands on them.. So I polished off a few Perry Masons, a few Asterix comics, the last Harry Potter, and Orhan Pamuk's book.
Ok, here's a picture mom took from the plane:
(I like it)
