Of pink nail paints and other trivia

There is something nice about freshly cut nails. Even nicer about pink glittering nail paints worn over the aforementioned freshly cut nails. Feels almost teenage school girl-ish.

But then, I am unable to sustain the clean school girl feeling – rice needs to be cooked, the water needs to be drained out and the nail paint gets smudged.

O well.

I am looking forward to this month. Various meetings with various people bound to enrich social life. On the other hand, staying away from certain people too. Bound to get that nagging feeling at the back of my head. Too bad. They have been asking for it for a long time.

I don't like Decembers. Mostly. Second in line is January. I love July – August – September best.

I was a Monsoon baby... guess thats the reason behind the affinity...

I was just thinking back (this is the time of the year to think back at the hits & misses and get royally unhappy as you all know): earlier in the year, V and I had vowed that if we were unable to turn careers around, then we'd give ourselves over to marriage. So then, mustn't one stick to one's promises? One does... just that one fulfills them a little late. So that's decided then.

Man mentioned here, wants to borrow my book (he saw me reading while waiting for someone). Sure sugarpie... over my dead body (which will be donated to the Cause of Marriage)