The last one month has moved so fast. Vicky and I progress by leaps and bounds. I have been over to his place for dinner and to meet his Chhotopishi. Though it wasn’t half as formal as it sounds and in either case, I was feeling to ill to appreciate the ‘solemnity’ of the occasion!
Esha is back in Vizag. Chatted with her a couple of times. We discussed the effects of gravity upon the female bosom and aimlessness of our respective lives, among other topics equally important to our individual well-beings.
Prudhvi leaves for Dubai early tomorrow morning. I will miss him and she will miss him more than I will. Oh well, I at least have Vicky.
Hey, there’s a thought. All those little ways P used to pamper her, I finally have all that! Aww…
Had biriyani for dinner. For some reason, have been craving it for the last few nights.
“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important”, said the fox to the little prince. And he was right. One is rightly responsible for what one tames and teaches to care for one. One is doubly responsible for what one cares for. I wonder if I take the trouble to honour this responsibility. I hope I do.
End semesters from Monday, and a party at Debo’s tomorrow night. That makes three parties in a fortnight, counting Beq’s birthday bash last Saturday and the ‘Rhinoceros’ cast party the Tuesday before. Was it only a week ago? Tomorrow is Debo’s farewell, because she is going to MICA right after, to join her new job there.
ACJ entrance for Sreetama and Beq tomorrow morning. It feels so strange, them making plans to leave. Surjo, who has been away working in and around Bombay for the last four months, is home on a short sabbatical. He is already finding things very changed and is taking his time adjusting, says Beq.
Didima is coming to town… help! What am I supposed to do/wear/say around her? It will be doubly difficult being the traditional, dutiful granddaughter here in the very den of my sinfulnesses. Nobody, but NOBODY ever considers me!