Day 21: The weather today…

is so good, all I want to do is be home, amidst all my (imaginary) plants, looking out on to the (imaginary) greenery from my bedroom.

The weather today is so good, all I want to do is be home, enjoying the silence, before I plug in this song (which has been playing on loop since the morning) and go on a long, long stroll along the paved walkway, bordered on both sides by (imaginary) tall green trees!

The weather today is so good, all I want to do is be home, lie on my (imaginary) lawn, resting my head on (imaginary) Pumbaa, reading Go Set A Watchman again.

The weather today is so good, all I want to do is be home, sit in my (imaginary) balcony and watch the lovely (imaginary) birds and beautiful (imaginary) butterflies playing dancing in the cool breeze.

The weather today is so good, all I want to do is be home, sit on the (imaginary) steps at my door, held in a warm hug by the (imaginary) love of my life.

The weather today is so good, all I want to do is play some of my forever favourite songs on the (imaginary) sound system, singing along and feeling content.

The weather today is so good, all I want to do is cook those things I love cooking in my big, airy (imaginary) kitchen.

The weather today is so good, all I want to do is chatter non-stop with my (imaginary) Amma, as I sip on hot tea and munch on the amazing (imaginary) pazhamporis she keeps serving hot.

The weather today is so good, all I want is to be really home, in a place that is truly home.

The weather today is so good…and all I’ve got is Kuwait! 🙄 Everything else is just truly imaginary and in two faraway places: one a haven in Bangalore, the other a heaven in Trivandrum! 🙂 Sigh.

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Day 3: The Age of the Coco Puzhu!

I don’t know if it is just me — but whenever I’m unwell, I have an appetite that highly belies my size. Since the time I was a kid. I would always be allergic to all things food, till I fell sick. My mother was (and still is) constantly amazed at this. As a kid when I did this, she used to ask me “Ninte vayaril kokopozhu ondo!?” and that used thrill me beyond limits! My eyes would light up, and I’d rub my tummy and go “Ngaaa!” Well, in plain English, it only meant “worms in the tummy”. But, in my tiny head, a kokopuzhu was the cutest, most chocolatey being. I was proud to be it’s home-tummy. It wasn’t until Google showed me a pic years later that I stopped being proud (in fact, I may have mentally puked at the thought too).

Anyways, the kokopuzhu lived in me only till the fever passed. And then, I would become allergic to food again.

These things are supposed to pass as you grow up. Clear indication that I haven’t grown up yet 😀 Hmmmm…I think my theme for this NaBloPoMo should be about not growing up. I have many stories to prove this point.

Anyway – I’ve been living with a HUNGRY tummy the past few days. I’m constantly hungry and wanting all sorts of things that are NOT good for my current condition. Biriyani. Guntur Chicken. Pizza. American Sechuan Corn. Chicken Ghee Roast. An English Breakfast. Waffles, pancakes and a mushroom-spinach omelette!

And all I’m actually getting to eat is kanji. Kashtam thanne! There – it has arrived. Let me slurp it up.
*Can’t wait for tomorrow, in the hope that I can wolf all of this own*