Life-ing it up...

I'm working from home again. The office allowed me a two-month remote working arrangement so that I could stay back and take care of my precious little gem. I'm in my bed working as M is sleeping peacefully next to me. I look at her in between my work and I start thinking that my two months are almost over and I will have to make a decision soon. I've been at home since November last year and my lifestyle has gone through a massive overhaul. Sometimes I'm raring to just get out, if nothing else than just take a metro ride to and from a coffee shop. But sometimes I'm content to loll around in my pajamas and averse to even take a stroll around the apartment complex.  No more dressing up, no eating out, no impulse shopping, no meetings or conference calls, no brainstorming or gossip with peers and subordinates but yes, a lot of good feelings, a lot of happiness, a lot of glow and a huge lot of power surge. It's amazing how I feel more confident these days and pow...

They both start with 'W' but are poles apart. I mean really, isn't it a herculean task to get up in a winter morning that we add on piles of extra work to this season. Any little thing you need to do which entails contact with water also entails an extra work of heating it up. If you are not cozily snuggled up inside layers of blankets, an extra work is planning and calculating the exact ratio and line-up of clothes that you need to put on. And of course, winters mean a little extra bit of hunger, so either you cook extra, order extra or fret extra about all the added tires to your already growing paunch. In office, I'm almost always mentally cursing someone who still feels hot enough to keep the AC on and leaves me uncomfortable and at other times dreaming about tea/coffee/vodka (take your pick) with steaming hot pakoras . The result being, I have to work extra on Friday to actually make up for the week's target which I'd spent, day-dreaming and wr...