And The News Is…

…Goa had a baby typhoon all of the last two days and I spent most of it in bed with fever. It’s passed now, but believe you me, all of last night I was scared the window at the head of my bed is going to break into pieces with all that rain and wind and that I was going to board my flight home with a severely gashed face. Paranoid, I know, but I happened to cover my face before I slept.Those people who said it’s hard to hold a candle in the cold November rain were right, you know. Even with all doors and windows shut, enough draught came in from the cracks to blow out my candles in the power cuts last evening.

D was very sweet over the last two days. He got me food from outside because I couldn’t get up to cook, and he even made a maggi dinner when I nearly fainted over the gas trying to cook. I like being sick I think…the man is outstanding at those times, with chocolates and loads of TLC ready. Sure has what it takes.

Ok, so won’t embarrass him any more. I think this time I am really looking forward to the trip back home. Cooking being one primary reason for this. I am tired of being in the kitchen and making stuff, so I am dying to go home where I can be on bed all day, reading something or watching TV and at night there would be some ready meal waiting for me. I do not have to make my own breakfast and do not have to weep over onions and there would be really hot maachher kalia and pulao waiting for me at the table. Not to mention mutton biryani and some yum prawns. Only, I am getting torn between the trip to the hills at the end of the year and the lure of being in Goa in the festive season. Worse, I am also going to Chennai to see a doctor. Not nice. All this while D goes feasting on fried scorpions and earthworms in Vietnam.

All the same I am not really looking forward to the JU reunion. I never thought very highly of my university, blasphamous as it sounds. In fact, somewhere deep withing I still remain a student of the Presidency College, where I was more alive. JU saw me more doped, less interested. The place somehow did that to me, and besides, I liked the smaller scale of things at Presidency. But I think I will be there if I am in town. Just as a timepass perhaps.

I will probably not have much access to the internet in Calcutta, so forget any posts. I might reply to mails from the mobile, but Farmville and the blog will have to wait. Damn.

So then. So much for now.