(Note: This was written last week. Due to time constraints and an impossible workload, here it goes…late by a week :) )
- Woke up only at 7.30 A.M.
- Watched the morning news interspersed with Tamil songs, sad VJs, and of course a hot cuppa coffee.
- Missed home and therefore coined the term ‘home-sounds’. (Home-sounds include Dad furiously devouring the newspaper. You can actually hear the segmenting of news into ‘Ignore’, ‘Bah’ and ‘Yay! Comics’ inside his brain, strains of humming from the bro-in-loo, mom’s kitchen clatter, and my own unheard complaints about the monopolization of newspapers by the male population in the house.)
- Hummed Kishore Kumar and made breakfast.
- Ate what I made (which was not what I intended to make), with Frank McCourt giving me company.
- Cleaned out cupboard amidst roomie snores and iPod songs. Found Rahul Nambiar's autograph safely tucked in between books. Removed creases and tucked it back again in between books.
- Made Rasam with Oregano seasoning I saved from Pizza corner. Roomie christened it Italian Rasam.
- Went for a play titled 'The Pregnant King' by Theatre Nisha that resulted in pointless discussions about the concepts tackled by the play, and of course tea and chutney sandwiches at dear ol' Yusuf's.
- Had yummy dinner at Bessy with a bunch of chatterboxes who refused to shut up even for a minute.
- Returned to hostel, tired, but content.
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