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My neighbour Darrel is a retired old man. He lives with his 40-something daughter that needs help. He is loves to talk and walk, and, oh yes, he goes around putting all the neighbours’ bins back once the council trucks have emptied the trash off them – which is very sweet of him. Whenever I mow the lawn (which I do love as it means burning a few calories without having to go to the gym), I suspect he thinks I am the oppressed wife. “What is the big boy doing? Is that not his job? Does he appreciate what you do? Oh he better! I hope he is making tea (meaning dinner)! You are a very good girl!!”  On days he sees both of us working on the garden, he tells big boy: “Well, you have a good apprentice there”. He catches me holding the spade this time!

I am reading Jhumpa Lahiri’s The Lowland. Into the first chapters and already feeling this is so going to be a “A House For Mr Biswas” types. Whenever I read Indian writers in English, I start mentally groaning, oh another satire on Indian life! Remains to be seen. Friends have given good a good verdict.


Between Us
Darling, I think I am having Alzheimer’s? I keep forgetting things
But so do I
Will you take care of me if I have Alzheimer’s?
Oh you wouldn’t worry ‘cos you wouldn’t know
I am secretly Bigg Boss(ing) these days. Discovered Bigg Boss (Indian version of Big Brother) on the net by chance and am watching it avidly. So whenever big man sees me hooked to my phone, pop comes a question: Are you bigg bossing? Earlier, he thought he had lost me to Facebook. I wonder why I am such a sucker for these cheesy shows. I guess I like observing human nature and this show gives me a peep into human psychology. Does one play games or be one’s true self to win the show? My verdict: having the confidence in being who you are is tough, you have that and you are a winner - be it in a game or in the bigger game of life. Agree or not, either way I like this reality show.


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