Rainy afternoons in the city, fun conversations with N and Japanese lunches. A combination that never fails.

RT and I truly have the most epic conversations. And somehow after all this time, I never stop learning new things about Japan every time we meet. Keeps reigniting plans that’ve broken my heart far too many times than I’d like to admit.

Advertisements

It’s strange how easily sleep comes to me when I’m back at my childhood home

 

I went to bed early last night and slept for 11 hours straight only to be woken up by a quizzical expressioned and a tad bit worried mother.

In a true anti climax turn of events, (much like my tattoo story) – mom liked my hair! Which is a shocking turn of events considering she told me not to come home unless I reversed it. I believe at one point the word nice may have also been used by the mother. 😉. I guess it’s largely because of the efforts of one of my cousins DC and my sil. Apparently they’ve been showing mom way too pictures that involve fashionable hair. Jayums this morning came into my room to collect laundry and called it “navilu gari”.

In other news, Sacred Games has been binge watched and I’m all sorts of transfixed. It’s dark and riveting and definitely addictive.

On a completely different note, does one really ever get over an old love?

It is said that everything looks better in colour

I don’t know about everything, but my mood is definitely a whole lot better. The mind was in a bit of a funk this past month and suddenly with one jolt of colour, life’s all better again.

So far my hair has been likened to a peacock feather, a disco ball and a unicorns tail!!! A funny boy asked with mock sincerity if Holi has come early this year. The girls seem to love it. The sil is hopping with joy and keeps asking for pictures. Scooby without emotion said “Looks cool. Have fun with it.” But the sly bugger ran home and told mum last night which resulted in me getting an angry phone call from a very angry mom with instructions to undo ‘it’ before I go pay her a visit. Her exact words were “I better not see you with all that paint in your hair. How do you do your job with hair like that?!! Aren’t you old enough not to do such an irresponsible thing?!! CHANGE IT FIRST THING TOMORROW!!!!” 😕

I retaliated with multiple pictures including the one pictured in this post and have been enduring radio silence on Whatsapp for the past 15 hours. I suspect she’s giving me the silent treatment. 😈

The picture is courtesy of a shady colleague who sneakily clicked it under the pretext that he wants to inspire his wife.