Bliss.

Bliss.

Saturday, January 20, 2018

StayCation

Hello there readers! Here's to the first post of 2018 and more meaningful posts to come, hopefully. This one definitely will not make the cut.

So the year began with the practicals and they were.. well, a lot of things! That thing I said about how I need to control the stress I bring to the surface? Didn't really work in reality.

Oh and I hate rats. With a passion.

Finally sweating it out in the gym and looking for imaginary biceps every other day. Feel like a boss lifting some weights and trying out all the tough stuff until I see huger people prowling around.

Joined the RoundChapathiAndDosa Squad and began taking notes to make Rice, Rasam and yeah, even my favorite Chitranna. Although I don't get the point of a lot of things. I mean why did the human race come up with the idea of slicing cabbage into tiny equal parts for a palya. I mean couldn't I just wolf the whole thing down. -_- And how there are a lot of indefinite measures in cooking. As in 'put the rest of the ingredients once the rawness is replaced by an aroma' (wut) or 'stop frying the ladies' finger once its sticky consistency is replaced by slight brownish color' or the mind boggling ratios of flour and water which I never seem to figure out. But hey, I can identify the ingredient boxes without opening the lid so maybe I'm getting better at this. B)

I think I adore little kids who come to Amma's art class and it takes a lot of self restraint not to pinch their cheeks and cuddle those cute champs who stutter and stammer as they speak. I think I might violate the Teacher-Student code of conduct at this rate. -_-

When I'm not busy with these, I'm trying my hand at another piece of art, which I really hope to do justice to. Let's seee.

And when Di comes home from school, that's the end of any 'me time' that I can claim for myself. We did come up with a partially functional Robot: DiJay Krishnu Dogbot. We finally did the visit to ISKCON so she had some one on one time with her fav. When I'm not yelling at her for being greedy/ losing her specs/ being rude/ making faces, I tell her stories and ask her not to take ICSE and put her to sleep, only to fall asleep myself mid-story, until the beginning of another busy day.

Here's to home. Here's to coming back, adapting to the changes. Picking up from where I left, which is not always easy. You've stayed away for a while, you've developed your own ways and habits but you've got to remember your roots and do what's best for the moment.

Cya Peeps.