Dumb in Delhi...

Didn’t end up going to the club last night…just needed to be in warm bed cuddled up with good book. So instead I was up last night reading what so far (..I’m on page 98) promises to be an excellent book, “On Beauty” by Zadie Smith. The book is fraught with wisdom and nuances that seem to be written by someone a lot more advanced in years than the 30 year old author. She’s articulate, exuberant and slapstick subtle…(complete paradox, I know!) It was my birrday gift from the most fabulous Nish-pish..(thanks baby..I pwomise to bwings it backs for yous to wead!)

Anyways, I figured I’d re-acquaint myself with the Gym today after my Diwali sabbatical and so, with uncharacteristic bravado set my alarm for 7..(..yea..talk about not knowing yourself!!..middle of the night! Duh!) and packed a gym bag which, after my customary hour of hitting the snooze button this morning, came back with me untouched from work. Will definitely do the “do” tomorrow…

Also managed to find two more pics of the Nish-pish on my phone..(proof that she was indeed in Delhi!!) I mean she lugged her new Canon all the way from Bombay and had it in her bag the whole time and all we have for evidence is these three little images on my phone!! Talk about “Dumb in Delhi” revisited! There’s one of mah lil domestic goddess buying (ech!) fruit and one of us one the card table..(courtesy Tarun). She’s off gallivanting with the fam on the the beaches of Alibagh even as I type this blog.

More when it happens…