Don’t spas have the most sensual photographs and paintings?! The world just seems to be such an oasis of calm when I’m at the spa. Been battling with common sense and a sense of prudence to justify the price of renewing my membership.
A freak summer storm in the afternoon has ripped my bedroom window clean off its hinges today. It’s got to be one of the most bizarre things I’ve had to deal with in a while. And that includes being stranded on the balcony when the door swung shut, to that evening I spent devising methods to get a bat out of my apartment as it just flew around in circles non stop making horrible noises. Ugghhhh.
In happier news, my fridge has been stacked with a ton of Frooti. Such a summer thing to do. And as it happens every year, ads for Rasna, Roofza, Nycil and that ad for soap showing a frat crowd partying, that for some unexplained reason is always shot some place engulfed in snow are filling the gaps between regular programming on television. Signs anyone in India would recognise as being synonymous with the arrival of summer.