I envy people who can sleep peacefully in the afternoon. That’s how at least one of the two weekend afternoons are supposed to be. I have some sleepy afternoons too – few and far between. R on the other had can sleep anytime and wake up happy. My few afternoon naps make me very snappy in the evenings…
This was what I was going to crib about when I thought of writing this post out of sheer boredom. But then look at the weather. Even I can’t crib with the last bit of Saturday sunshine streaming into my house through the clouds. It’s drizzling. And the plants in the balcony are as happy as me. I know I write about the weather nearly every weekend, but I can’t get over how disciplined the Bangalore weather is. No matter how hot weekdays are, weekends are always rainy and pleasant. I love this city. I am lucky to be here. Irrespective of how much I crib about it. You win some, you lose some! But in Bangalore, you lose less, you win more, especially if you are the also the kind of person whose moodswings are guided by weather and weather alone. So here I am. Blogging. Happy. Surrounded by rain on one side, and orange and yellow cushions on the other. And the bright glass of Tang is looking at me with glee. And there is complete silence, something I am no longer used to. (In my defense, I did try to wake R up but he just won’t budge!) The song of the moment… It was all yellow. This is one of my many “happy places”… Ones that I think of longingly through the rush of weekdays. Perfection.
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