Chronicles of small town life

How do you completely ensure that it rains on a particular day in Kerala?

1) Have something important to do, and ask permission to leave a bit early to complete that

2) Wear expensive shoes

Very simple.

So have I told you about the roads in Kerala yet? There's no point telling you. People generally don't really understand when I tell them I live in a forested area, and that I drive to work on the national highway and that there are such curves on the road that would put Sunny Leone to shame. They think I exaggerate. 

And it so happened that I was on this very exaggerated road, took off early from work, racing to my destination on my two-wheeler, touching on the 90s. Dark clouds where rolling threateningly onto the sky .The atmosphere meta-morphed into the sets of a Harry potter movie. Big drops fell occasionally as teasers. The storm was coming.

The end of the story you ask? R.I.P Mochi velvet heels. 

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Now, I am no traveler of the world, but I have somehow managed to travel a lot within South India, extensively. And while in these places, I have nearly exhausted all the options and never found what I was actually looking for.

Tea; The Chinese may have discovered them, the art of making Tea has been mastered only in Kerala. 

I know my opinion counts for nothing here; But my point is that the thattukadai chai chettan makes Tea that makes each day's office work worth it.

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What has 'Pocketful of Sunshine' been upto? 

I have been following a blog lately.The more I read, more I like the author.She is this incredible punny person though I did not tell her that, because I only know too well how strangers who compliment me on my writing, are perceived (with unwarranted suspicions). She is probably not anything like me, I guess. Still I will resist my urge to compliment her.

It got me wondering, what people thought of my blog. What image did they conjure of me, as their eyes scroll through my posts. I have no clue, none, as none as this blog has readers. Sigh. 

We all know that I make blog posts only to get that "fulfilled" feeling I get every time I click on that 'Publish' and in that whoosh of tiny packets of data my thoughts are out there on the world wide web for them all to see, if they happened to venture till there. But it speaks nothing of me or my actual intentions. Or maybe it does. 

Yours truthlessly,

Manipulative Blogger

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A friend of mine, slapped me smack on my face when she said this when I was on my whine fest blaming everyone in sight, including God, and losing my cool,  for my apparent misfortunes (that only happen to me)

"Lack of tolerance is the sign of a deep-seated insecurity" 

And phrased it so well. The more I ponder on it, the truer it seems. 

Another friend, from the days spent in the valley (engg. colg), slapped me when I told her I am not finding the 'one' I am compatible with.

"Compatibility is not about two people having the same taste in music. Its about meeting someone who makes space to accommodate you into their life, and vice versa. And do so gladly. Soon your interest will become theirs and their, yours"

Thank you Jasmine. I don't buy it 100%. But it makes a whole lot of sense. Love should never be a chase.

Such nice friends I have, who give me timely slaps.

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Among the many bugs that bit me here in Kerala, is the reading bug. Probably that is why I am experiencing the itch (to write) ever so frequently. I have a certain book and person to thank for. I have embarked upon the ride on the intoxicating feel and classic musty smell in the pages of new books. I have carefully shortlisted books from a list of topics and authors. You all wait around, I'll come back with that list soon.

OK. Bye, I am running late for work.