Life-ing it up...

I was the stick insect in my school. Neighbours and relatives would keep on commenting that the poor kid seemingly got only leftovers at home. This ideal situation continued right until college. I know, lucky me! But I was too much of a nerd back then to put this into optimum usage.  It was only when I turned 18 and left my hometown, that my first local guardian in the city, a thoroughly delinquent young woman, made me aware of the fact. She also showed me the ropes of the friends-college-fun-party-boys network. At least, now I've got somewhat of an adventurous history that would need hiding from my daughter in future. Alas! the chemical reaction that changed it or let's say ruined it all was my marriage. I don't mean it in a bad way but my marriage was the definite marker if not the reason. So there I went, from a slim figure to a water buffalo. My metabolism all but died and that too a very silent death because I don't even remember hearing a sigh.         ...

I know it's been a long time since I last wrote a post. But I have the biggest excuse ever... I've got a baby to take care of! M is doing fine, she is at six weeks now and quite temperamental. I think she will be quite moody when she grows up. Now that I think of it, I think she will give her boyfriend a hard time. Like for instance, they decide to meet up at a particular bus stop and then on to a movie or something. The poor guy turns in a tad bit late (mind you, the key point being just a little bit late) then either she would leave by the very bus the guy came in or would go up till the theatre and take a single ticket to watch the movie alone. Poor guy! S says, I'm just projecting my own latent mean girl vibes on her. Anyway, what I mean to explain is that you get a millisecond late in feeding her, or her bath water is not presented in the exact right temperature or maybe her hairbrush is not moving in the right direction and you will have your ears blasted with the s...