If only we had no hair. Life would be easier. I mean the hair on the body. Waxing is so painful and boring. Sadly it is an integral part of my life atleast. A celebration is in order, call your parlour lady. A function coming up? Tring Tring! Traveling somewhere? And a whole beauty regime is in order.
I just got done with everything some time back. Had two cheese sandwiches, a cup of tea, two biscuits and half a Snickers bar just to pump some energy back into my body. People think this beauty stuff is “relaxing” but it actually takes a lot of energy. And now I have to do my packing!
A part of me a super duper fuper excited to go away! And another part of me is super duper fuper bored to pack. If only I had a robot that could magically steam iron all my clothes into a crisp bundle and neatly stow it away in my yellow suitcase. And by the time such a robot is invented, which one day will totally happen, I shall be in Heaven sipping tea with some fairies. Or maybe Hell? Naah. I am a nice person. Definitely going to Heaven.
Talking about Heaven, I literally felt like I am already there. And that feeling happened due to something amazing called “FOOD”. I really feel food can transport a person to Heaven or Hell. For Sunday lunch we all (family) had planned to go out. The original plan was to have South Indian food breakfast. Blah. I absolutely hate waking early on a Sunday just to go out and eat Idli. I mean why! And K is a mad mad mad idli/dosa/chutney lover. If there was a boat with me and a bowl of coconut chutney on it and we were drowning, he would save the chutney first, gobble it down and then probably save me. K was madly excited about the South Indian breakfast plan which is funny because we actually have Idli and Dosa twice every week for dinner. It’s our staple food. More than “gujju” food we eat south indian. And thrice a week there’s some type of dosa for breakfast too. Like oats dosa, or multigrain dosa or moong daal dosa and what not. Yet my husband on Sunday wanted south indian for breakfast.
I was really not in a mood but love makes you do things. It makes you do things even when you don’t want to. But the stars were aligned specially for me that day and somehow everything changed and we ended up going to DP’s, a fast food joint in Matunga for lunch. K was super happy since he literally lived there during his college days. So we all went there and thankfully everyone forgot the concept called “idlis”.
And what food man!!! We went crazy. Chilled fruit beers, chinese rice, manchurian, dosa (ofcourse), chinese bhel, pav bhaji!! It was literally “heaven moment” for me. I was the most satisfied soul roaming around Earth last Sunday.
I thought I would lose some weight before my trip but that’s impossible. What to do. I just can’t keep my hands off junk food. But I choose comfort food over anything else always, so well, yeah!
Though I did walk for two hours post this meal! I mean, fitness is also important right?
Now coming to comfort food. Sorry, actually now coming to “comfort”.
I am in a fix as to what shoes and sandals to pack for my trip. My practical nature tells me that sport shoes, a pair of “pretty” shoes, flats and one nice smart wedges are more than enough. But I have two very good looking heels too which I am wondering if I should pack. One is a beautiful rose gold 6 inches heels and the other is navy blue. They were expensive, very sexy and very very very uncomfortable. And thanks to The Mother, we both purchased them. And we bought them 8 months back. And we still haven’t worn them. And now out of shame, I am thinking that let me pack it so I can use them atleast once on my trip. But I know I won’t. So I think I shall just let it be.
Mother always has had fascination with heels.
“Body la grace yete”, she says. ( Body looks graceful)
And since I am just 5ft, she always insists that I wear them. But I hate heels. I hate anything that is remotely uncomfortable. But I do agree that they look hot. So I bought. And then we fought. But I still love her a lot. And now I shall stop the lame rhyming.
Moving on, I don’t think I will take them and Mum! I am never buying heels again!
That’s all from my end, today.
Shall post soon!
Peace…
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