Now THIS blog post here is all about me and things that i am sitting with right now. This is MY den, the part of the house that is my territory and I rule it (and can say that out loud to mom =P).
Some time ago, I read THIS thought-provoking post in Suruchi's blog and thought lets do something about it. (and yes I am STILL all VELLA ).
So I did a little clicking, a little Photoshop-ing and HERE I AM.
I don't sleep alone at night i have bed mates =D
the one in yellow is one hell of a hugger....though i end up spooning him in the dead of the night instead of it being the other way round =P
life is completely - incomplete without a (soul) mate.
(though technically he/she/it does not have a soul i can so easily manipulate it to make it think the way i do, or am i manipulating myself?? ummmm.....aarrrggghhh)
THE CHATTER BOX- THE SMIRK-(grrrrr)ER- THE ADMIRER
subah hoti hai to janab smirk karte hue good morning bolte hain and chatterbox sahi wale gaane bajata hai.....but then as the day progress i hear a lot of *dil mera hit hit....soniye* and *munni badnaam hui....* (though mom likes the second track...that calls for a complete new post ... later)
i let it slide...( like i have a choice =| )
pop-atts are my favorite kind of birds and since i have a zero-pet policy i don't have (will never have) the real deal.
but i can have as many replicas as i want! i love them all green and happy =D
(DID YOU MARK THE subtle PUN IN THAT???)
THIS is my source of light that is often challenged by the umpteen number (=|) of wet clothes mom puts up to dry
( the banes of living in an apartment that has no private terrace...another blog post again)
and THIS is me =D
( YES, that is a fav t-shirt that has not had holes in it, yet, and my favourite T-shirt policy is that it has to have so many holes that mom secretly dumps it. For all t-shirt lovers know that a t-shirt only gets better with time and with the number of tiny tiny holes it manages to have.)
realization (completely unrelated) : i LOVE Daler (paaji) Mehendi songs!!! =P