I'm home, sweetheart

I like getting back home before he does. It’s like I like to have my space and all that. It’s good to come back to an empty house which is only mine. No need for any polite conversations, no qualms about am-I-invading his privacy. Nothing at all. Just silence, my house and I. I love that.
I like cooking at that time. Because it gives me time to dish out something good for him. A good meal can do wonders at the end of a tiring, tiring day. Also a massage, but a good meal too does that. After all you gotta feed your man well, no? *wink.

I like catching up on my random saas-bahu serials then. Yea, yea I dig those. There’s nothing to beat their scheming. Nothing can take away a whole day’s tiredness than those.

I also like to go take a walk downstairs. It’s nice a refreshing. And god knows I need those walks more than anyone else as of now, what with my chocolates and hide-n-seek binging everyday.

I like hearing the door bell ring and the voice that accompanies, " I'm home, sweetheart".

I like getting back home before he does.

over, are they?

It’s six thiry, and he’s not here yet. I am concerned about my chhole, waiting for me, back there. Guess, I’ll call up and ask him to go ahead, I’ll get back home. I have things to do.

Called him.

He’s getting back home too. Doesn’t want to go either. Guess the wild party days are over for us.

Or are they? ;)

What plans for tonight?

Al : What plans for tonight?

Nee : *pause

Nee : *have to make chhole(he likes ‘em). What to do about bhature? I’ll order, maybe.

Nee : umm, you tell me.

Al : N______ called. They’re playing at HRC tonight, want to go?

Nee : Ya sure, let’s go. * what would I do about the chhole that were boiled in the morning, but not in the fridge. Dammit. Would get spoilt by the time we return. When would be return, I was thinking of hitting the bed by ten!!

Are gone the days

When what plans for tonight

Made me wonder about the

Movie

Restaurant

Pub

We going to

When plans had

More to do with

Alcohol n dancing

Than with

What’s not in the fridge..

And rotting?!

Not all's gone, my dear friends.

Whatever said and done

It's still a date

at least till the clock strikes ten!

Going out

We’re going out tonight.

Yay!

Yay because, it is a weeknight. Yay because, I have not gone out in a long time now. Yay because, it was unexpected, unplanned and sudden.

Al called up to ask about my plans for the night. Except for cooking chhole for him(he likes ‘em, very much), I didn’t have any. Weeknight, you see. One of his friend is playing at HRC. He called to ask him to come over. So we are going.

Feels like a date.

Dammit, in retrospect, should have blown dried the hair in the morning and worn those ear rings kept right there.

Filmy

Al - Awww.. my girlfriend is so filmy.

Okay I am not amused. Not even in the least. Thankyouverymuch.

Alright alright
I like watching romantic movies
And I like romantic songs
And I am in love with the twilight series
And with Gone with the wind
And with pride and prejudice
And I love the rains. And not only because rains clean up everything, but also because I like to go out in the rain, feel it on myself, walk in it and dance. just like that girl from I hate Luv Stories, which inspired you to say that I am so filmy.

Maybe I am, but I am still not amused.

the beginning..

this is only an attempt. an attempt to chronicle my life, my thoughts, my being. someone i know told me today that i should do this.do this, as, write down what i think. what i feel. not that i didn't earlier, i do have a couple of other blogs, but the charm of doing it anonymously is too much to resist.
so, here i am. again. to write, to share, to live through these pages.

To live

I am excited, nervous, scared, happy, excited, nervous, happy, excited, nervous, happy. Oh, someone remind me to be a little scared too, wouldja please?!

Yep. I am moving in. Moving in with my bf of a little more than a year. Am I insane? Maybe I am. But, what the heck. Bring it on, life. I’m here to live. And to live.