nice weekend....

i had a good weekend – after a long time it seems. My sister and i went to the new mall which is being touted as the biggest one this side of the planet. OK, it is swanky – more or less a carbon copy of the ones in US. It will be amusing to visit it once the mercury hits mid-thirties – i bet it is going to be overcrowded what it being AC-ed and all that. We went to bachou’s place and stayed over for dinner. Emaibem cooked ilish maach especially for me -it was delicious, as always. As i keep saying, it is not my fault that i am a spoilt brat – it is just that there are too many people willing to pamper me!!

Sunday was spent sprucing up the apartment. When my parents visited, i was forced to buy one of those steel almirah from Godrej – my sister and i were content with those portable moreh cupboards! It is now overflowing with my sister’s clothes! i am surprised at the amount of clothes she has managed to hoard. i think i come from a family of hoarders – my parents hang on to old things saying you might never know when they might be useful. i hang on to old letters, cards, pressed flowers and all that stuffs that ought to have been thrown away ages back. Just like i hoard memories in my head – memories of rain-soaked evenings, memories of the first touch, the first kiss, the fights, tear-stained memories, happy memories, carefree memories….It is a wonder i have not ran out of memory space!!

S has been after me to conduct some interviews to recruit people for his project. As i am a mean person, i refused. i am becoming bored of interviews. He has been like –the sourcing guy says you ask such good questions- but i told him if he thinks of trying to change my mind by flattering me he does not know me. i know he is going to nag me, make sad faces till i am forced to go scare some poor freshers. Cruel gypsy.