Home alone

Since my darling sister is still basking in the sun back home, i am here singing "All by myself". And surviving on momos and pineapple juice (what a combo, i swear) and silly movies on the telly.

On the work front, i am yet to get back into the slogging groove. And i have a cold that is driving me crazy ( right now, i am sniffling away to glory).

The processing of the home loan, much to my surprise, is going ahead smoothly. Since i have opted to get a loan from a government bank, i was sure i would get caught in red tape. i have been warned by all and sundry how much running around i would have to do just to get the loan sanctioned. And lo and behold, just to prove everyone wrong, the bank tells me the major processing is done. Wonders will never cease.

i am surfing the net for modular kitchen designs. If there is one thing i envy about the apartments in the States, it has to be the kitchen. And maybe the bathroom. No wonder i could work up the energy to try out so many new recipes when i am there. All my colleagues complain how i never cook for them when i am here. i remember trying my hands at making all the sweets i could think up of - son papdi, barfi, mysore pak, pathisapta - and feeding my colleagues over there.

i cannot wait to decorate the flat. i got two "laiphadibi" (doll) from home. They stand about 2 foot tall! i thought they would look nice as decoration pieces. And i got those artificial flowers from Moreh. i have informed my landlord that i would be leaving by next month. Yes!!!

i know i am going to be bankrupt pretty soon. But who cares. After all, why do i earn if i cannot spend it on things i want to, right?