Fog off

And my flight is delayed by 3 hours.
Thankfully I didn't leave home.

Augh

The MIL supervising my packing of bags! That she's sitting on a chair outside my door watching me pack and instructing me is getting on my nerves.
I should have shut the door before beginning this sesh but who'd have expected this?!

I know I'm being too dramatic but I don't like this.

Fatty feels

I keep feeling
The folds of my fat
And realise
I have to get rid of some excess weight
Perhaps around 3-5 kilos.
No I'm serious
I need to get back in shape
I need to find my rhythm
I need to relive my routines

What’s a day

I think I have got the laziness bug
I do no thing much all day long
Watching people sleep all day makes me wonder how much sleep a human can actually get in a day?

No no zone

Stuff

There are several pairs of broken scissors, rusted old razors, expired lotions, layers of dust from 1990, combs without teeth, drawers full of rusted hair clips and sticky rubber bands but there isn't a single ear bud! Not one! Nope not a single ear bud.

Yawns

Morning and my MIL started today by getting angry with her dog and giving me a lengthy talk about her housekeeper not cleaning the dishes properly.
Her gripe with housekeeper's lack of enthusiasm in keeping the house clean and the dishes pristine is legendary, since it's consistently the one topic of conversation I never cease hearing.
It's everyone else's job to keep the house clean .Everyone's! Except the people who actually live in it.

अंदाज़न

मैंने लाइट जलाई नहीं की लाइट बुझा दि गई।

मौजूदा हालात

लाइट बंद
खिड़कियाँ बंद
दरवाज़े बंद
उम्मीदें बंद
चाहतें बंद
तम्मानाएँ बंद
इच्छाएँ बंद
ज़रूरतें बंद
ख़ुशियाँ बंद

क्योंकि कराहते हुए ज़िंदगी गुज़ारने की बात ही कुछ और है

Little things

People have taken to living horizontally in this house and I think this is his default position and his only idea of relaxing!
I don't care!
The good thing is we've appropriated separate bedrooms for ourselves to spend time as we want separately instead of doing what each other wants .
I think it works quite well.

Pop visions

Who me?
Sipping my morning tea and recounting a sweet dream

My dream started with me going to some place with an xyz person and somehow I was on a train
But on the train I was sitting next to you and soon it got congested and I ended up sitting on your lap.
I asked if I'd be too heavy and you replied with a 'nah'
The entirety of that journey I sat on your lap and you held me. I was sad about something at a point of time and you comforted me, spoke soothing words, caressed my back and didn't let me go.
At that moment I was ensconced in a warmth hard to determine in this reality.
I felt safe and happy despite being surrounded by so many people.
I woke up feeling exhilarated and sappy.

My darling
I love thee

What talks

That my MIL begins storytelling about people I do not even know and embarks on a tangent that includes information about family members of those people and random incidents that might have taken place in their lives that have no relevance to me makes me wonder why?'

Sighs

That the exhaust in this bathroom might as well be a fan plays to my disadvantage so acutely I wonder if I should just give up already and let this universe tug my boat.

Tear emoji

No no no this just won't do
I need to get beamed up!
Where art though Scottie ?

Sunfuckday

Bleurgh
That I didn't sleep well because of so many variables working against me would be a statement most accurate because heavens! I had no faith in the duvet given to me, regarding its cleanliness.

It didn't look like it had been washed in a long time and I wasn't sure how many people prior to me had used it.

I don't like that there was no duvet cover on it either and so I had to first mummify myself in a clean sheet and then use the duvet as a warming cover and the entire night was spent in an uneasy slumber.
I also dislike the fact that the room given was on ground floor, the hub of extreme morning activities where the MIL starts talking to the housekeeper at the crack of dawn all the while my door was ajar due to its inability to stay shut all the while the light from the corridor streamed in.

I hated it.
I hate it.

Silver lining?
My teeny tiny joints that I shall indulge myself in as I shower.

Sobs

And so the nightmare begins
Everything is filthy
Everything is morose
Everything is below average

Also today

Out of habit

That I keep checking my 'telegram' every given opportunity and realise with a sad sigh almost immediately that this place is going to be empty for a while