winding whirlpools...

Having munched on delicious home made channa batura, i was tempted into going out with my three colleagues to Cafe Coffee Day. For the sake of a cup .... what was that again? something was lost.... not that i regret going, I picked me up a beautiful shade of lipstick, took a nice walk in the sun and giggled away at a handsome college going greek god! why do they have to be so young!

But....my tummy and hand never lost contact. Not because of some food choice gone wrong, but because the atmosphere that was tummy-ache humorous. Quite a lot, the four of us- a quite shy girl, a girl who alternates between being a mute spectator and a giggling referee, a talkative brat and a nut who always finds himself at the receiving end. Trust me it is amusing!

He can be quite a spend thrift, which man isn't when surrounded by a bevy of beauties, but i guess we torment him into leaving his chivalry at home. the quiet girl and i sat back and laughed our hearts out at the drama unfolding in front of us, over hot parathas and later cappucinos.

Sizzling hot chocolate, poured around a brownie and topped by a dollop of delicious vanilla ice cream arrives for the boy and we all battled over who gets the best of it all. ridiculous comments in languages alternatively incoherent to us all richoteted off the feast in front of us. that did not deter anyone... amongst stolen glances at the on going match, a gaping look at the owner of one of the popular thai restaurants here, a fight over the bill and we were off on our way, packed into a rick. I swear to god the auto driver would have rubbed his hands in glee at the cha-ching of the green registers! all' s well that ends well. Iv a fancy for the new levis showroom on the main road perpendicular to where my office is....its a well done building- honest! besides, there is an amazing 50% off sale happening :)

Ciao for now!

life is such a breeze these days, i live outside the norms i set for me. what have i turned into? a greeedy monster- maybe....i often see a green eye staring right back at me, while i dress up each day before heading for work. maybe my conscience is jealous of the way Iv turned out.... ironically some part of me aches to go back to an innocence i courted... it was a short and sweet but iv fond memories.