An update on yesterday

Well, I got over my bad mood after that rant, yesterday, mainly because I was busy! I had a couple of serious conversations, one fun one, managed to lend The Handmaid’s Tale (I’ve been wanting to lend it to an intelligent reader for a while - you know how that happens?) and had a very [...]

What a day!

So far, a terrible day! The morning was cold, but on the basis of the last few days’ weather, have worn nice and airy cotton kurta to work. Who knew the day was going to continue so cold? I’m freezing!
Then there was the message - a laconic “Good morning”. After some week or so of [...]

General gyaan

I met P yesterday. We’ve been friends for something like 20 years. Maybe it was me, but yesterday I felt she’d turned into a complainer. You know, the kind of person who complains about everything… the parfait isn’t cold enough, the pizza isn’t hot enough, this place is too stuffy, the other’s too noisy… aaaaagggggghhhhhhhhh!!! [...]

Things I wanted to say yesterday but didn’t

Yeah, yesterday was busy. So here are my posts from yesterday.
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“Can I have your number? I’d like to give you a call this evening, if that’s okay?” Coming as they did from a personable young man on a Saturday, the words should have, in all justice, had me mentally running over my wardrobe… but there [...]

The problem with cotton sarees

No, it’s not just maintenance - having to starch and iron - though that’s a problem too. It’s what comes after - when you’re wearing a nice, crisp, well-starched cotton saree. It sort of sets onto you, so you can’t re-tie it if you’re not satisfied… I suppose you’d call it getting crumpled, but it [...]

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I’ve managed to be civil to Crowdy for three quarters of an hour, yippee!!
I wonder sometimes whether this ability to be civil to people (in fact, positively friendly) is just a reflection of what a hypocrite I am. Or am I just non-judgemental? I mean, the fact that I don’t like someone who’s otherwise well-liked [...]

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The chap I don’t like is here. I met him years ago, and didn’t like him, but I haven’t ever been sure why. I still don’t like him - and now I know why. He stands too close. I move back, he moves with me. How can some people have no conception of personal space?