its one of those days, no matter what you do, things just go crazy, with a capital C.
With old torn jeans, the most forgiving grey tee, frizzy hair and a tyke who's got a new take on whining, biting me, throwing all the cereal on the floor, asking me for zillionth time if he could eat pasta, while the rice is almost on its way, throwing my cutlery behind the couch, pulling stuff out of cabinets.... and i stand amidst all this craziness....and wonder what did i sign up for?? Dont know where to start all the cleaning up from...kidhar se shooru karoon.
All this and i havent yet started making his dinner, feeding him, prep for his lunch tomorrow....the sink is so full, and the dishwasher is not unloaded yet. bloody hell....i need a fairy to help me. Most of all i want the voices to be down.
In my mind, i've escaped to backwaters somewhere, just want to curl up and read a book...and fall asleep talking to my dad. Miss you dearly baba....
Apna gham leke kahin aur na jaya jaye (Jagjit Singh)
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