Sunshine Too Brief


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I'm a self-absorbed Bengali-Torontonian;
Fish comes to me raw, wrappend in seaweed, not cooked in curry;
I love watching thunderstorms and rain;
Sad endings make more sense to me than happy ones;
I hate empty walls.

In the News

Craving of the week-
Dark Chocolate
Reading List-
Midnight's Children
Movie review(out of 5)-
127 hours- *****
Buried- ****
That Girl in Yellow Boots- **
Love of the week-
Seeing James Franco
Aim for the weekend-
Watch 'Going Postal' The Movie

My Novella: Samosa for the Arranged Souls

Introduction & Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapters 3, 4 & 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 continues

Chapter 7 & Epilogue

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    First night

    Its the morning after....spending the first night at my own place.
    (haha you thought something else didn't ya?)
    How was it? - The move was fine, even with the rain. The whole family-9 people- fit quite well in my tiny place. I actually hung up a few things on the wall too. Overall I was too dazed and frankly too tired to notice too much.

    What I did do, right before I closed my eyes aroung 10:30, was the whole 'reciting Ayat-Al-Kursi(verse from Quran)and clapping three times to lock the house from evil' thing. The last time I resored to that, I was 12.
    Why start now? well, put it down to effect of the 'Dua'(prayer) we did earlier in the day with the family. Or the Calligraphed Kursi screen my dad put up on the wall, or my grandmother's tearful insistance that I 'be good' and pray atleast once a day. Or the fact that my parents are finally resigned to the fact that I will be living on me own and are beginning to accept my purpose for it - all of it left me feeling very 'responsible', 'mature', 'content' and yes 'good'. Finally after months, I didn't feel guilty about moving out of my parents. I also got a good portion of my 'Faith' back.

    My furniture was set; I had the necessary appliances (microwave,iron) at hand thanks to mom and Sim as well as new dishes from Appi; my cat was finally out from hiding in the closet all day (poor thing); and the fridge was full of my favourite stuff cooked by thoughtful family - biriyani,chotpoti and jilapi!

    Then my cat woke me up at 3am- visibly upset, acting lost, crying, scratching at the door- not pleased at all with being downgraded from a three floored house to a one room apartment. All my talks of 'independence', 'convenience of living in the big city', even the nice windows to look out of - completely lost on him. I had to stay up with him for two hours, offering treats, toys, hugs, kisses, even taking him in to the corridors to prove to him that my brother was not just outside the door. He even got me doubting my decision..that drasted thing...but only for 5 minutes. Finally he got tired of crying, I turned off the lights and went to sleep.

    This morning I woke up obviously late for work and with no cat in sight. I panicked until it hit me that he could not have escaped through the bathroon screen window. Then I noticed the bulge in the carpet. Tusch has spend the night sleeping under it!
    I lured him out and we had breakfast together- me sitting at the table and him under it. It was nice :D. I left the radio on for him and left for work. We'll be okay I think.


    At 12:42 a.m., August 31, 2004, Blogger Simika said...

    awwwwwwww poor cat! hope things work out better for the poor mite. how u holding up? ur parents? gosh! it's so exciting!


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