My Dil Goes Hmmmm…Hmmmm..

Thoughts on the 19th of May…..

A normal and depressing Sunday turned into a good day with a good hike at Tiger Mountains (more to come later) but it later turned into a better day with a wonderful news. It been a long time that we heard a good news and momentarily, everything set aside, I was truly happy. It felt like a blast, when I heard other better news in the following weeks. A bit overwhelming though, but hope these things work out too and we will have a choice. Not that we always need a choice, but for a change; it feels so good to see what you want finally coming true. Truly hoping for the BEST. It’s important to keep the happy thoughts on.

And today….

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

Hoping the best is the best for us…..


A Snack In The Rain…

Seattle actually doesn’t need any meteorologists. I don’t need somebody yelling every 5 minutes on every other channel about how the weather is going to be. What are they going to say anyways? “Yesterday it rained 22 hours. But today..everybody..Its going to rain forrrrrrrrrr 20 hours’. Do we all need to hear that?  Well, Yesterday was one of those ’20+ hours of rain’ days. As the motto of the month is to ‘Beat The Rain’, we stepped out of the house for our usual jogging. As it rained and rained, we patiently waited in the car for the rain to die down. Finally, Rain decided to take some break (Thank you ..).

Trail was, as expected, not much crowded. Ocassional walkers here and there. Cloudy skies; green, fresh, clean, wet leaves; Beautiful. The admiration of ‘The as-of-now beautiful place’ had to stop suddenly. Wait, what is it? Flies..Tiny tiny flies, all over the place. All around the head. I got irritated about the sudden disturbance and looked at Murali. He had already covered his mouth with his hands and said to me,

“Keep your mouth covered while talking..”

“Sure. I don’t want these things to go into my mouth.”

“No..Its not that…These things actually don’t taste good..”


The Lost World…

Whatever teeny tiny little thoughts or creativity or motivation is left in me is being brutally murdered by my work life. I have no good time for myself or my blog. All those innocent, dying, sulking drafts in my inbox may never see the day light. Days may pass on, again, without a single thought shared with anyone. If you like my blog a bit, please hope that my work life gets better and I can come back and blog. If you don’t like my blog, even then, please hope the same; I promise, I wont post any more boring stuff about anything.