So wazzzzzzuuppp with me? I wish I could tell you I'm just back from backpacking all over Portugal. But obviously, by the time I'll be able to do that, I'll be comparing notes with M on joint pain. What I did do though was watch Season 4 of Dexter once again. Because stupid Landmark didn't have any other season and M just got whatever was there. But it was well worth it because Rita Morgan gets killed at the end of this season and she's undoubtedly one of the most annoying characters ever. I'm so glad she's gone, golden hair and all.
I may not be going backpacking, but we go for family drives and all, you know? Our Saturday routine is to take GBM out for an hour's drive and stop at Brownie Cottage (yes, really) for coffee and brownies. It's the high point of my social life and I look forward to it with great enthusiasm. Apart from this, I go for long walks in the evening and I've realized that I actually enjoy chit-chatting with neighbours and such like. I'm not really as anti-social as I prided myself to be. Cha.
I've managed to finish half of The Emperor of All Maladies. It not only traces the history of cancer but traces the history of medicine itself. Without sounding all Gupta-Age, of course. When I got back home after my surgery, I watched a Youtube video of a C-section just so I could understand and remember all that had been done to me. When reading the book, I couldn't help but wonder how terrible my own surgery would have been without anesthesia or antibiotics. Phew. I felt very connected to the past and all. Very Hegelian, you know? How we're all part of a flow that started somewhere and will go on forever and forever till some spoilsport meteor decides to end it. And Bruce Willis fails to save us.
The rights for one of my picture books, Power Cut!, has been bought over by Oxford University Press,Pakistan. I did not marry a Pakistani man, but I've done my bit for aman ki asha. Yay. My short story is also appearing in this anthology:
It's not out yet, so no need to form midnight queues and all, okay? But be excited.
M and I celebrated our anniversary last month. I sent M out for a lunch and movie all by himself (since it'd be too intense for GBM to chug along for all these activities). Getting to spend some alone-time was his anniversary gift. So romantic we are.
And what was mine?
A diamond nose stud.