And tomorrow is a good October day.
There were two of those before. But thanks to last year, I just have one now.
It's Aradha, my lotus' birthday day tomorrow. And I am happy and excited. So what if she is millions of miles away.
And work is exciting and fun even if working from home isn't easy. For one thing, my mom constantly monitors every changing expression on my face and I hate to see her so worried. And I'm still in bloody pain so I'm usually wincing softly or making my I'm-actually-dead face.
And secondly, I miss speedy internet and download like hell. Even a word document takes 30 hours to download.
My next material wish (after the success of the supermarket) is that either BSNL or Airtel decide to have lines in my back-of-the-beyond area, and I get broadband. I don't see why they aren't doing that already. We have traffic jams in my area - all the time. That's got to count for something.
So since there is no book, I'm into TV in a big way. For comedy I watch Friends reruns, to titillate my social consciousness I watch Colours, and for just dear-old soaps, I watch Zee. In between I catch bits of reality TV as well. Soon I might be able to take quizzes about TV. And my Hindi is getting as good as it used to be. I might even end up climbing a few corporate ladders, ji.
And Diwali is almost upon us. Since last year Diwali had become to me what Christmas is to most of the lonely West. I got a severe case of holiday blues and festive funk.
But this year, work came to the rescue and while organzing an online contest, I got damn excited about it again. So much so I picked up all sorts of lamps to light that day. I will of course sparkle with my new diamonds that made me bankrupt I think for the rest of my life. But since I'm broke I couldn't buy new clothes so now I'll have to just wear the diamonds and little else I think. My neighbours will probably thank me.
So life is not so bad.
And Anukutti, happy birthday day. Kissies and huggies (lol, will never ever stop saying that. It's a tradition now). Hope Arun exceeds your expectations and God, hope you like all your gifts, you difficult woman. Blessed be with health, wealth, job, and joy!
And when all goes well next year, hope you buy me my wig, my turban, my coat, my hat, my cigarette holder (though I can't smoke) and my boots. Oh and that skirt also. And a black lipstick. Mine's too old now.