The Non-Facebook Post #65

This conversation with a witty nine year old:

"So, what color do you want the walls of your room to be?"
"Umm, black and white."
"Well, you might as well just buy a zebra instead and hang it up there."

LOL!

"No, not striped walls. Maybe three walls white and one wall black."
"Well, you might as just take a zebra and make it larger and hang it up there! "

LOL!

And,

"So, your phone fell into the toilet?"

"Yes"

"While there was stuff in there?"

"Yes"

"This is even better than I imagined!" (in gleeful delight)

The Non-Facebook Post #64

Got told today, "you're magical!" And, "you're my heroine for the day."

Once earlier it was, "you're an angel" and "you're doll!"

I love when I get told these things!

The Non-Facebook Post #63

When you're working at two computer stations and three adjoining monitors and keep dragging the mouse pointer from two connected screens to the third not-joined screen expecting it to show up, it can only mean one of three things:
-You're pompously busy.
-You're scatter-brained (or pea-brained as the loving siblings would like to call it). It just doesn't register in your brain to switch from one mouse control to the next to operate the two systems separately.
-You're pompously busy and incorrigibly pea-brained - that lovely, one-in-a-million combination!

The Non-Facebook Post #62

It's interesting to observe how imminent thunderstorms drive people "home." Everyone is in a hurry to get back to the safety of the cocoon they call home before the rains lash out.
Home. And rain. In the evenings. And that lovely atmosphere bathed in golden twilight and soaked in fresh moisture. And garam chai, and balconies with chairs to laze in and gaze out at the world, and hot mirchiyaan-bhajiye to munch on - Pappa and Nanna's favourites.
And also, sitting miles away, in a home away from home on one such beautiful evening taking in the warm rain-drenched sunset and losing yourself in thoughts. Oh, the dil ki kashmokash. Chaahaton ki kashmokash. Chaah ki kashmokash.

The Non-Facebook Post #61

It's that cheery, sunny, HUMID time of year - yay! Yay for the sun and brightness and warmth. The humidity though - aaarghhhhh! Wreaking havoc with the hair!

Hey, a girl's got to complain sometimes!

The Non-Facebook Post #60

Precious scraps from conversations with people:

At a small church in a quaint town in Midwest America (a devout, after shaking hands with me to greet me for Easter) "Your hands are cold! You must have a warm heart!"

The Dumbledore sibling, on my driving rants, "Go wherever the GPS takes you!"

Mr. Peabody to Sherman on facing a seemingly out-of-control issue, "Stay calm and keep your head."

One of my favourite professors to me,
"He's a good chap.
[Turns and looks at me, serious conviction in his eyes] You're a good chap too."

The Non-Facebook Post #59

It's a dew-drenched spring morning. You breathe in the refreshing wetness. You see new buds sprouting. You hear birds chirping a happy song. It's the kind of morning that heralds bright promises. Here's to looking forward to them.