Enjoyed catching up with one of my married girlfriends, yesterday. We knew each other all of five seconds (read two weeks) in college, because she dropped out as soon as she got admission to the pharmacy college. I recall her sending me a letter every two weeks for the next couple of years. She writes okay. But what’s memorable is the stationary. In those times of drab-as-ditchwater airmail, the pretty paper and envelopes she used to write on, helped brighten up a dull day of yawn-worthy lectures by yawn-worthy lecturers.
Now, she has a spanking apartment, a cheery three-and-a-half year old (who tore up and wolfed down a packet of wowie Cadbury chocs in three seconds) and a bonny baby, who gurgles as long as her pram is being rocked two and fro.
My pal whipped up a feast. Chicken. Beef Mince. Lots of veggies. Rice. Rotis. Dal. This we washed it all down with cheap Goan wine. In the morning, a chauffeur-driven car dropped me to office. I rate the hospitality as five on five.
Also, here’s a nice random read on 10 excellent reasons to be single right now
