Most of the time, we (my family) are so busy that weekends don’t feel like weekends anymore. Except perhaps for Loki who has to go to school the rest of the week. I sometimes even forget the day of the week, because everyday’s the same for me- work a little, waste some time, spend time online (kill me, Dear God) and sleep with a heavy heart (for having done so litle work) and a busy routine for the next day, which I end up not following anyways.
This Saturday is already an interesting one (at 10:30) though. Auntie Dearest (who my Mom loves as much as- definately no less than- me) doesn’t want to go where Mom had unilaterally planned for us to go. (I’m sorry but I have issues about my Mother’s love for her siblings which I make no effort to hide.) Loko is singing “Silsila Yeh Chahat ka” in a utterly cute girly way, and I have no clue where he heard that song early in the morning from. I’m finally blogging. My aim for today is to finish two units of translation, and do a portion of the work I’m doing for Baba so that after he comes back (he’s not in town at the moment), I don’t have to endure any “don’t disappoint me”s and do other work that I’ve committed to. Also so that I can meet Ajju after forever tomorrow. (For that matter, my working pace is majorly going down. I’ve become so damn guffadi, you can’t even begin to imagine.)
For brunch today (daal-bhaat at 10 like every other Saturday) we had 3 varieties of farsi (pumpkin). Loki joked that if he had to eat any more fasri, he’d ang himself on a farsi ko lahara (pumpkin stalk) and kill himself. I have my problems with these people (who doesn’t have problems with their families?) but I simply love them. Loads and loads and loads. I wonder how bland my life will be without them (or theirs without me.)
I’m going to read a bit before I start working.
Toodles,
Maichyang
