A long walk and a diaphoretic shower later the body signals commands wherein I have to follow the orders to drench my throat in iced water or I die. Of course, I immediately comply, what with the lightning speed of shutting all windows and blasting the air conditioning only to shuffle in for a quick shower so I can absorb the welcome frigidity on cleansed skin.
Now is the time my inner automaton says to slave over the hot stove, except it's Wednesday and something about Wednesday makes me feel like it's Friday and so instead of an elaborate meal of the usual I decide on simple things. chholay+rice+lassi+salad (because you need to graze on something of a different texture) and that would be it.
Now is the time my inner automaton says to slave over the hot stove, except it's Wednesday and something about Wednesday makes me feel like it's Friday and so instead of an elaborate meal of the usual I decide on simple things. chholay+rice+lassi+salad (because you need to graze on something of a different texture) and that would be it.
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