I am a happy person who likes having a boyfriend. *sunny smile*

It still catches me a little by surprise, when I open a Word document or switch on the computer and it says that this product is registered (??) to my name. I keep expecting that it would say my father’s name, that I would be using something that in terms of the world, belonged to him. It seems importunate and sometimes, it even feels stealthy, like I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to. I now have a laptop and it repeatedly asks for this authentication or that and always with it, is my name. My boyfriend put up the laptop, making it workable etc and he’d put in my name. I mean, what I am saying is, I don’t really feel adult in my head. It feels like a child who is being treated like an adult.
Well, ’nuff of that.
I am tired out of my mind. I went to sleep in the morning after watching three episodes of True Blood that I rather liked. And had to wake up with only, er five hours of sleep. Saw many lovely sarees that I would love to buy if I had reason enough to wear them.
Another thing is, we kissed after a long time, and it was good. Dare I say, it was lovely. And well, I am not in a hurry now. The lovin’ bit seems to come at its own pace. And it feels rather nice. Very under your skin, rather than an act to be performed or roles to be played, mired in one’s own expectations of how things should be.
You can’t say what the future holds, but I hope I can deal with it.

The number of dogs in our para has increased several fold. This, I suppose, is mating season. The racket that has been going on all day and into the night is maddening. My dog is shouting her lungs off and yowling desperately if I shut the door to the balcony from where she barks at the dogs below. It's horrible. Coupled with the tiredness, it makes me want to tear my hair or do really dire things to my dog.

I made one kickass sandwich with chicken salami, cheese spread and a shosha tomato salad with dressing comprising lemon juice, olive oil, oregano and chilli flakes (Dominos sachets) that I don’t think was appreciated enough. AAI think it’s absolutely great and totally kickass.

Delhi, je te deteste

I am leaving. I hope to back, soon. What I fear right now is not knowing if it is the perfectly right decision. To leave my mother here. I hope she will be fine. I hope nothing will go wrong, and that I will know if it does soon enough to do something about it. my aunt called. She was coy, saying if I had any news. I was very annoyed. It seemed as if I was hiding a particularly juicy piece of information. How this can be juicy escapes me. And what revelations does she demand? Why am I expected to sketch a life plan for her benefit? Does she know my anxieties, and does she care? Maybe she does, maybe we all do, in the way families are.
Will people take advantage of my mother being alone and try to hurt her?