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| Tiramisu at Tuscana Pizzeria, Nungambakkam |
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| Bavarian chocolate ice cream at Baskin Robbins, Kilpauk |
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| Tiramisu at Tuscana Pizzeria, Nungambakkam |
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| Bavarian chocolate ice cream at Baskin Robbins, Kilpauk |
February is such an uninspiring month. The only thing remotely good about this month is that extra one day that adds to your misery every four years. It is for this reason alone that February puts too much scene. If it wasn’t for this leap year issue it would be one of the mokkaiest months of the year.
February was boring but I had one super filter kaapi after so long. Honestly, the best coffee in the world isn’t Starbucks or some fancy espresso shot. It isn’t “kold koffee” either. Just changing some letters doesn’t make it good. The best coffee in the world is Madras filter kaapi.
You ask, “Filter kaapi?”.
I say, ” Idhu Bru Ma!”.
*cue laughter*
OkByePa.
I cannot believe how cold Madras has become. The mornings are so chilly. This is something unheard of here. By ten o’clock though, the sun comes out in full blast. These extremes are ruining my already wonderful skin. Nights are even colder. I used to make fun of my mother for wearing socks to bed. Now I sleep with the fan turned low and snuggle in to my purple quilt. The only thing keeping me warm is my new awesome Angry Birds sweatshirt that The Brother so lovingly got me. It’s so big! And soft! Perfect for the weather.
He also got me an iPhone and this post is a test run on the Blogger app. Hopefully, this will motivate me to blog more.
Okay I have to go wash the henna off my head but before I do I want to ask you, do you l know what the Tamiil version of Angry Birds is called?
Ans : Jangry (jangri) Birds!
Yes, I’m not called Mokkaisamy for no reason.
I’m so happy that the rains have started. I hope it stays for a long, long time.
I’ve been wanting to write for so long but something or the other comes up and prevents me from doing so. First it was the exams, but that’s not reason enough. Then, my baby, my laptop that I had tried oh-so-hard to protect from virus attacks died. She went into surgery when she wouldn’t start up. They erased her memory completely and now she is in recovery.
The weather in Madras is beautiful right now. It rained continuously today. I love seeing the grey sky and feeling the rain. Sometimes I do miss the sun coming out in all its brightness but winters here are so short that it makes it almost a crime not to enjoy it. Getting out of bed every morning is a chore. Curling up in bed with my soft, worn-out quilt is my favorite pass-time this season. I have pretty thick skin but my mother is the opposite. I’m sure its just a couple of days more before she brings out her winter armor of choice – the rough brown colored rug and a pair of socks.
Every winter my mind reverts back to the previous rainy seasons. Most of the stupid decisions I’ve made were in winter. But then again making those stupid decisions is what made me the person I am today. I guess the cold just brings out that other side of me. So if I want to preserve what is left of my sanity then maybe, just maybe, I shouldn’t move to Reykjavik after all.
Ah decisions…
There is something about Reykjavik that fascinates me and no, its not Bjork. The only thing fascinating about her is her brain which gave her the OK to wear that hideous swan outfit at the Oscars. And I read that the entire day she went around leaving little white artificial swan eggs wherever she sat.
Who does stuff like that?!