M is away in Ooty. As a government babu, he gets to roam around the country, stay in the best of places, eat breakfasts that include fresh orange juice, and bathe with basil-parsley soaps (I kid you not). So since I was alone at home with my Margo and Tropicana, I decided to have a happy Sunday myself. First, I had to clean the whole house because CID Shakuntala (Chief Inspector of Dust a.k.a my mother) was arriving the next day. The maid helpfully did not turn up.
Since I was feeling ambitious, I decided to clean the fan in the drawing room which resembles the white canvas shoe of a very dirty child. M's solution to making the fan look clean is to keep it switched on. That way, nobody notices. However, CID Shakuntala is an expert in such cover-ups. Standing at the towering height of five feet, I obviously needed support to reach the fan. So, I piled a fat cushion on a chair, covered it with cloth (my household skills impress me) and climbed on top with a broom. The fan creaked dangerously as I tried to dust it. And then, I felt the cushion slowly slipping away. I thought to myself- did I want to fall down, break my spine and then write a Readers' Digest story about how I crawled inch by inch to the door and defeated death? The answer was no. And so, I sensibly got down and gave up on the project. M's idea will have to do for now.
I cleaned the rest of the house, booked myself a ticket for Unstoppable, had a nice shampoo-bath, and wore my bubblegum pink kurta which I hadn't worn in ages. Then I ate leftovers from the fridge (vegetable biryani and raita!) and packed my bright yellow Co-optex bag with an umbrella and my Neil Gaiman book. I walked to the theatre which is a good 4.5 kms from home, bought myself sweet lime juice and read my book till it was time for the movie.
Unstoppable was very entertaining and fast-paced. Besides, it has Denzel Washington. The guy next to me though didn't understand half of what was going on. He kept laughing three seconds after I laughed- I tested this out by pretending to laugh for a totally unfunny dialogue. Ha. Ha.
Then, I walked to Pune University and had an extremely sweet tea at the canteen. I read some more Gaiman and pretended to be a college student. I wish somebody had asked me which department I was in. Then I could have had my Santoor moment- collegeaah? Naanah? Ohohohoho.
After this, I walked back home and made myself chappatis and paneer-capsicum curry. Jagan Mohini was running on TV and I had a blast watching it (what? I like Namitha). Then, I watched Neeya Naana which was about people communicating with ghosts and such like. It was a bit creepy and since I was alone at home and all that, I decided to read PG Wodehouse and be merry. M called and we talked about what we did the whole day. Which took less than 10 minutes. In the olden, golden days of bachelorhood, this topic would have run easily for three hours. But hey, we're oldly-weds now and we need to be responsible about roaming charges.
Then, I read more PG Wodehouse and slept off.