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28Jan09

I’ve had a glorious vacation. I did everything I wanted to, met almost everyone I wanted to, in short, it was brilliant. A few things stand out : a girls night out and a photograph taken which all the people present at Someplace Else won’t forget in a hurry, meeting R and managing not to fight and be at peace, seeing my cousin after almost two years, a precious afternoon of gossip and shopping with Anu and the drive back, the entire family joined together in one crazy circus like act at a wedding.
G called me on Sunday while I was haggling over a copper bag at New Market with A to say that RFH is leaving soon. That’s the icing on the cake. Whoohooo! Wherever you are, and whoever you may be, do a little jig to join in my joy.
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The train was twelve hours late on the way back. The family travelling with me had three children all under the age of four. They wailed, they whined, they cried, they yelled, they created pandemonium. I was utterly fascinated (and horrified) at the amount of time it takes to feed children. By the time the parents were done feeding breakfast to all three, it was time for lunch. I contemplated also on their family planning (or the lack of it). Family planning was also something I accused my mother of not having when she claimed that she was growing old and started her now-you-should-think-of-marriage talk. She had no choice but to laugh.
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Why do all the men I know carry black purses? All of them. A couple have brown purses, but that’s it. Do men’s purses not come in any other colours?

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