I've been gone for a while and to all those who missed my silvery evilness, hellos. I actually did reply to the comments in my previous posts but this stupid Blogger displayed an error page both times and swallowed them all. Then I was just too tired to type everything out again. So I just disappeared instead.
Nothing fantastic has been happening. Other than the fact that my mother landed in Pune with boxes of fish for me to eat. Yes, she carried them in her cabin baggage. The things mothers do. *Sniff* I like this baby already. It objects to the smell of sambar but I stop feeling nauseous when fish is frying in the kitchen. Nice Mallu DNA. Maybe it will have a coconut instead of a head and call me Memmy. It also has the Mallu love for strikes. The day Anna Hazare called for a nation-wide fast, I couldn't keep any food down. Revolution is in the blood, komarade.
How boring is a healthy lifestyle. No wonder people adopt one only when they are sixty plus and close to dying anyway. I miss the restauranting of the yesteryear. The days when we could sit in the theatre for six hours and watch two movies back to back and not carry a bottle of lemon juice like it was an oxygen cylinder. Sigh. But it should get better soon. Only a couple more weeks for the first trimester to end. And if my nausea doesn't go away by then, I will move to a fisherman colony in Sri Lanka.
That's all for now.