or does it overfloweth?? It's like a galactic conspiracy. The stars and planets have all aligned along with those who have touched my life.
"Happy Birthday Poltu! Meet Mr. Crusty - he's yours now! :) Love Mimu & Rahul"
Crusty Guha looks fetching in the photo frame that used to house the little git, and like any proud Mama, I gush about how clever my baby is... "isn't he clever the way he can twitch his ears... and look, those beautifully trimmed hooves.. awwww". My very own donkey, and a new title, Gadhe ki Ma. Thanks Bebous. BF will now spend days cursing his kismat at not having thought of that earlier.....
A road trip to Croatia with a bad tempered Hungarian. My mother is disappointed in my choice of destination but gives in gracelessly. She'd had Monte Carlo in mind when they offered me a holiday... now she'll have to listen to Valerie banging on about some red carpet destination her son went to, while her bhangi offspring is bumming around Eastern Europe.
Like most things Apple, I came. I saw. I coveted. And then, magically... Poddy III. Small, sleek and oh sooo sexy. Mine....!! All MINE!!
Two men I adore. Bewdi sniggering in the background. "How about a spa thingy". "Spa thingy". "Sounds good". "How does one do a spa thingy?". "I'll check"."Boss, they said they don't have a spa, but she'll enjoy it anyway". The perfect mélange of inspiration and execution. 3 deliciously indulgent treatments in the spa that isn't, hidden under the alleged recession driven gift that is my own cape. Warm sunshine. Food that is sheer poetry. Laughter that is music. Wine that vanishes and Conversation that is bollocks. Perfect.
The freezing weather does little to wilt the smile on my face, as I benignly watch the 414 pull away. A wonderful evening at Mango Tree, even better company and get this, more presents!! Yay!! Truffles & Trouble. How very apt, Mr. O. And I'm not even thinking of the shoe that didn't fit.
A jewelled crocodile with pink eyes who's jaws snap shut, apple tea and ischlers, futile sales in the glass shop. A pledge to enjoy old age together, sitting in a balcony, spitting at unsuspecting pedestrians below.
Tina Turner. Bear hugs. A funky phone with dual sim cards. Cake. Rude emails. Facebook. Sentiments that echo the heart. Phone calls. FDG & FGT. Ecards. Sincere wishes from Jet Airways (?!) - a year of joy and happiness, may you enjoy every moment... If they only knew! Family and friends. Faltugiri, love and laughter. Untold joy shared....and I'm still not done.
Finally. Finally, the witching hour and I'm being serenaded....mobile and land line. My jaw aches with the friggin' smile that's taken up permanent residence on my face. Gadhe ki Ma lets them go to sleep, but stays awake, wallowing, her heart full.
I cry. I know not why. Possibly the wine at dinner; or perhaps the donkey concall earlier in the day with Gadhe ki Ma, Mashi & SuperAmma; maybe the b'day lunch photo album; definitely the midnight singing and applause.... Someone said, live everyday as though it were your last. I am.
P.S. - Am I dying ???
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