The Happy Gardener

It is not you that I fight anymore your smiles, your words light and delightful, ruthless and seductive. No. It is me - my memories happy and treacherous trapped in my mind that hold me captive.

This word always reminds me of dentures. Debentures. Dentures. The scene: Me + pjs + sweatshirt + my couch + tv turned off The story so far : It's Monday night and I have a bunch of things to do online (work & personal) before I go to bed tonight. But (yes, I know that it is not correct to start sentences with but) I am tired after a long day at work and a good workout session in the evening. Plus (yes, I am also aware that it is incorrect to start a sentence with plus) I had a good dinner so I am sleepy. Dear SR has suggested that I do the obvious and procrastination but I decided to try to novel approach i.e. blog as you go. So will she get through the to-do list or won't she? Find out in the next update of this post. 9.16 PM : I lit some candles for no particular reason and upped the thermostat. I am now socked i.e. wearing socks. 9.16 PM : Y alerts me that the Giants are owning the Redskins. Monday night football! 9.21 PM : I was worried I wouldn't get through any o

I am a deeply conflicted and divided person. A big part of me is Indian and a big part of me is not. I know : you'll say it doesn't make any sense that both these parts are big but that's the truth. My personality constitutes of two big parts. And every time I fly from here to India and back, I feel like I am crossing a stitch that binds those two parts together. This way, each trip and each stitch will bring them closer and closer. It's a nice thought. Clothes on a wash line. Strong sunshine in a blue blue sky. Neighborhood noises in the morning. Getting a view of the engine and the first few compartments as the train curves along a windy track. Personal conversations with strangers and semi strangers on public transport. Early morning temple visits. Lying on the sofa on a still afternoon with an empty head and listening to the rustle of the newspaper that Dad's reading. Good things about an India trip. I had a couple of other things that I wanted to write about to