I am hungry – not because my body feels the need to intake proteins, iron, and vitamins nor because my taste buds require so but simply because it is lunch time and everyone around me in the office has left to intake proteins, iron, vitamins. Normally I would have been away for lunch too but AM (For reference AM is and will always be my beloved husband) is stuck with some office work and it will take him another 20 minutes to pick me up for lunch.
I have been having lunch with him for the past 8 months now. And I love it. The number of times I dint have lunch with him can be counted on my fingers and that too of one hand. It hasn’t become a drag to go for lunch with him. I look forward to it. Think of the things to discuss with him over lunch. Share with him little incidents of office and listen to his. Very importantly finish any fight that was left incomplete in the morning, clear out my heart and start loving him all over again. Due to the close proximity of our offices and the lunch venue, everything falls easily in its place.
I love the food at “S.mess”; that’s the restaurant we go to. It’s fresh, healthy, clean and tasty. Plus I feel it perfect for a balanced diet. and its very affordable.
A miss call from AM.
He’s here.
Happy lunching.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Here it goes
Listening to "Kuch iss Tarha" by Atif Aslam
Reading Abhi's blog {http://mydayzwithmyself.blogspot.com/ (My Favourite)}
While shitting in the office toilet today morning I decided to change the true identity of my blog, create a anonymous one and in this blog pour out the true self. The very, extremely, dangerously true self of mine. Partly inspired by Abhi’s blogs, partly wanting to challenge my writing skills, and mostly because I want to put down thoughts, events of my life so that I may revisit them 10 years down the lane and see where I stand then from this point in time. Also because I think I have the disease where people forget. Yes – I forget. No – I dnt forget my name, or whether I am married or even my home phone number but I forget events, incidents, conversations. Maybe it’s a good thing that I forget but I want to write them down too. And as they say “Everything happens for a reason” hence my forgetting might be the reason for my writing or vice versa. And I secretly wish that I would also have a fan following like Abhi’s who are glued to my blogs and wait for my next blogs and read his blogs religiously. Though I am not sure if “Religiously” is the correct word to be used here because even religion is not religiously being followed nowadays.
Now listening to “Mahi Vee” by Atif Aslam
There is so much we hide and not only from others but also from our own self. I want this blog of mine to be the place where I can be bluntly truthful.
So here is to “my extremely dangerously trus self”!!
Reading Abhi's blog {http://mydayzwithmyself.blogspot.com/ (My Favourite)}
While shitting in the office toilet today morning I decided to change the true identity of my blog, create a anonymous one and in this blog pour out the true self. The very, extremely, dangerously true self of mine. Partly inspired by Abhi’s blogs, partly wanting to challenge my writing skills, and mostly because I want to put down thoughts, events of my life so that I may revisit them 10 years down the lane and see where I stand then from this point in time. Also because I think I have the disease where people forget. Yes – I forget. No – I dnt forget my name, or whether I am married or even my home phone number but I forget events, incidents, conversations. Maybe it’s a good thing that I forget but I want to write them down too. And as they say “Everything happens for a reason” hence my forgetting might be the reason for my writing or vice versa. And I secretly wish that I would also have a fan following like Abhi’s who are glued to my blogs and wait for my next blogs and read his blogs religiously. Though I am not sure if “Religiously” is the correct word to be used here because even religion is not religiously being followed nowadays.
Now listening to “Mahi Vee” by Atif Aslam
There is so much we hide and not only from others but also from our own self. I want this blog of mine to be the place where I can be bluntly truthful.
So here is to “my extremely dangerously trus self”!!
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