How things …

(disconnected)

* They can kill the holiday, but can they kill the holiday spirit?

* I have to get some curdrice, for its been a while, where curdrice is a metaphor for home. (Nicest metaphor for home ever, btw, credit to Doesnt-want-her-or-his-name-to-be-mentioned-on-my-blog.) (Although, apparantly, (well, not apparantly!) I am not from around here and they dont really make curdrice at my home everyday.)

* Every blog, good or bad, needs a holiday. So I’ll be back with new colours and a holiday glow and stories of strange places, rain on dry earth, women in tight dresses that look like paint, romance over long distances or without contact, grandmothers, the Indian summer, planets that can wiggle their tails and lastly of people who eat food that eats food. Also, long overdue updates on SoEs and CFI shall pour in, because thats what everything does in India in July.

* Meanwhile, I shall work hard, because that my friend, is the need of the hour. And we all know that success comes through hard work, or so said the Gita (and TJ Kartik) (and also the cool dudes who founded IIT Madras).