Life is exciting, these days. But during these ‘high-octane’ phases, I have this child-like tendency to get all ‘excitable’. Blame it on chronic naiveté. When the tide is high (in this context a good thing), I bob around out, forgetting that it’s soon going to ebb. This very grown-up thing that one constantly has to do (called ‘being grounded’), it’s bloody tedious. And this Phoebe-like tendency to say exactly what I please, doesn’t help matters. Being a content editor, I have discovered the hard way, that first, I must edit the contents, inside my brain, before spewing them out.
On a different note, I had a funny conversation with my mother yesterday. Like a good, dutiful daughter, I asked her what she would like me to get her from Mumbai (off to Goa for pop’s bday). And this was her reponse, “ Get me 5 packets of garbage bags, all of medium size, please!“
People ask for expensive gadgets and clothes and perfumes, when someone comes to visit them. But my mom — she asks for garbage bags!
