Last night Pavan and I were listening to old film songs. Somewhere in the middle of getting lost in the melancholy of Kahin door jab din dhal jaaye, I realised something; both of us are growing up. Music has that effect on me – it sort of shakes me up and makes me stare into the reality of life. Sometimes I don’t like what I see and sometimes I do.
I’ve been alive and well; very well in fact. A vacation back home can do so much to you. It felt surreal to unpack and pack again in your own home, where you spent years together building memories. I really didn’t want to come back. But like a wise friend once put it – life is not always a rosy picture.
I missed baking though, so much! I guess I compensated by eating. I might’ve gained at least a few pounds. But I’m not guilting – I ate everything I wanted to eat and then I had the recurring epiphany as always: nothing quite makes me as happy as food.
This week has been rather dreary for me. I’ve had difficulty putting things together as far as baking is concerned. And don’t get me started on writing. I stare into a blank document for minutes together. With no outcome, I switch over to Facebook feeds. And then I get irked looking at my wall filled with pictures of babies (no offense intended to friends with babies) and cats!
It’s going to be a rather long weekend. Not that I understand the difference considering I work from home but I see friends making plans to whisk away somewhere for the weekend. As for me, I see plenty of baking over the weekend. What are your plans?
This is the first time in six months I’ve taken such a long break from my blog. Blogging rule #1 says never to ignore your ardent followers for too long. I have been absent for a few days, I know and I have a genuine explanation. I was fever bound and stepping into the kitchen was not an option. Continue reading