there could be nothing as drudging as cleaning up and doing the dishes at the end of a long hard day. and nothing as comforting as the smug certainty that you are going to wake up to a clean fresh kitchen in the morning.

it is one thing to stay indoors and watch the rhythmic pitter-patter of the rain. to step outside and get soaked to your skin, is another. the experience of going for a live concert, was something like that.

i have been feeling mischievious all day 😉 because i’m giving praveen a no-occasion surprise this evening. hee, it feels so good to be independant again 🙂

for some reason, our kind neighbour’s cat seems to be potty-trained to relieve himself in our garden every morning!! GRRRR………

my employer actually let me leave early today, just because “it’s been over two weeks and i just have to update my journal!” thanks mishti 🙂 hmm, now, where was i …?

the worst part about making amla achaar is the part where you watch and wait for it to mature.

one who loves to write a journal cannot afford to have a 90-minute travel-time to work 😐

overheard today on one of the bbc wildlife programmes — “extreme conditions have extreme survivors.” (also… psst! dear monk-best-friend, congratulations on your engagement! 🙂

i’ll never forget how i used to wait all week for my favourite heidi cartoon on tv back home. this weekend, i’m off to visit her home…switzerland!

maturity is a myth. how mature you are, depends on how you handle a situation that you are in.