Sunday, July 24, 2016

The Prodigal Son

I remember everything about that day.

The time, the place, the weather......even what I had for breakfast in the morning.

'Stop it. Stop it right there, your memory is good for nothing Tom, everybody knows that'.

You're right, my memory is terrible, but I do, I really do remember everything and that's probably because this was one of those times when I immensely regretted not listening to my mother's advice.

'Eat a little bit more, wear something long sleeved,COMB YOUR HAIR.......DOOFUS!

I should've listened to her.

Instead, here I was at the Jalahalli bus station, wearing a thin shirt as crisp as the chilly air of Bangalore in December with nothing except for a tiny little cheese sandwich to fuel the furnace in my belly, rubbing my hands together to keep warm, looking like a complete, total, 100%, absolute, Doofus.

I was still a teenager back then.

Man, 2005 was a really long, long time ago.

The tiny tremor against my chest meant only one thing. It was time for Simon’s compulsory 'Thought Of The Day' sms.

Come rain or shine, draught or flood, Simon's texts were always on time.

After negotiating my way to the back of a crowded bus I slowly fished out my hilariously giant cell phone, and I gently pressed down on the read message button. Yes, there were ‘buttons’ on phones back then and the words ‘smart’ & ‘phone’ made sense only when used separately.

On this particular day, if I'm being completely honest with you I was not expecting anything great.

Lately, Simon's texts had shown a steep decline in quality. On valentines day his message read, "You can say what's going on in someone's mind by looking at their heart through their eyes".

Wait, What?

I read and re-read that message over and over again. It
didn't make sense. Rationally, philosophically, even anatomically. He also mentioned that the quote was by APJ Abdul Kalam. 

That was the moment I realized that he was just writing the stuff that came into his head and attributing them to famous people.

But today was different, what I read made me get off the bus, stop everything I was doing and head back home. 

Till this day I consider Simon's message as one of the best quotes I have read in my entire life.

More on that later.

I always try to end my day with a prayer.
To me, it's the perfect way to tie up the loose ends I have created fand look forward with hope for what’s coming up next.

Sometimes I get carried away in the manner in which I choose to pray.

This happens more often than I would like.

Say for example early this year on the eve of my flight back home to India.
I was incredibly tired and so instead of getting up from my bed and kneeling down next to it like I normally do, I chose to just lay there and pray instead.
While these words may not be an exact repetition of what I said, it gets really close.

Dear Jesus. 
I hope that all is well in heaven and that everyone is doing ok. Things aren’t all that bad here right now, thank you for the great weather and the mildest winter Rochester city has ever seen.
I must admit, we missed the snow this Christmas, that wasn't so 'cool'
if you know what I mean. Hahaha.
Anyways, You know I'm travelling tomorrow, so here’s what I want - Nothing big, just clear skies, no extra charge on my oversized bags, a seat with plenty of extra leg space and co-passengers who don’t snore very loudly. Deal? Perfect! 
Talk to you in the morning.

I slumped back on my cozy bed feeling pretty pleased with myself that night, almost instantly drifting off to deep sleep.

When I woke up the next morning it was still dark outside.

"Get up you slob"!!! I heard my brother call out to me from the living room.

"Why, the sun hasn't even come up yet"? I sedately replied.

"We should leave in half an hour if you want to make your flight on time".

"What"? My flight is at 11:00 A.M

"Look at the clock dummy, its already 9:15".

I jumped out of my bed like a cat who just got sprayed with cold water.

With one swift motion, I pulled the curtains covering my window apart.

The sight ahead of me was so overwhelming, I slapped my face four times just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

And then I slapped myself once more, just for good measure.

The streets, the cars on both sides of the aforementioned streets and even the trees lining it, let me make it simple, everything, EVERYTHING WAS COVERED IN SNOW.
"The airport will probably shut down if this goes on for another hour". My brother remarked as we loaded up his car and set out in the snowstorm".

I looked up at the skies and shouted "I thought we had a deal"! Only to have a fresh shower of snow cover my face as well.

I called my parents to apprise them about the situation and both of them did a great job consoling me. I finally made my peace with the possibility of re-experiencing what happened to me a year ago ( I will definitely write about that someday. As someone once said, one snow riddled story at a time :)

Before I cut the call however, I heard my dad say the words - 'Don't worry son, I will pray for you'.

I didn't really respond to what he said to me as we drove toward the airport and trust me when I tell you this, what you are going to read below is completely true, I am not exaggerating this story even a little bit.

10 minutes later, the snow stopped falling and the sun came out.
It was like someone turned off a tap in the sky.

We reached the airport safely.

AND.... the departure board inside read ROC to JFK ‘On time’.

One of my favorite parables of all time is the one about the prodigal son.

It's the story of a young man who abandons his family, squanders his inheritance on wild living and returns home knowing that he is no longer worthy to have the status of a son but hoping that his father would at least hire him as a servant in his house. 

To his absolute amazement, he find's his dad rushing to welcome him back home even before he reaches the gate.

This story not only serves to remind me of the fact that home is always a place that you can go back to no matter how badly you screw things up in your life, it also demonstrates to me how God's love is a lot like a fathers love for his child, unconditional, forgiving and endless.

I sometimes look back on my life and feel happy about how far I’ve come. While I let myself take credit for some of the things I have managed to achieve, it is experiences such as these that remind me how it really hasn’t been a one-man show.
The heavens know that I am thankful to my parents for a lot of things that they have done for me over the years, but perhaps the one that I am most grateful to them for is their incessant intercession on my behalf. Their prayers have been a force that has gotten me safely through one too many storms in my life.

Now coming back to Simon's 'Thought of the day' text.

It was just one simple line.

A Prodigal Son's
Only Real Hope, Is A Praying Father'

To all parents reading this (including mine) thank you, none of us would have made it in this world without you.

Until Next Time


Thursday, June 23, 2016

Last Words...

It's roughly 3 a.m. in the morning and she is awakened by the sound of her phone shaking uncontrollably on the nighstand.

She doesn’t fret.

Many years ago, while listing out her fears in a journal she had written down ‘Waking up to a phone call in the middle of the night’ right at the top of the page.

Back then she lived in a hostel away from home. Now, with the two people she cared the most for sleeping peacefully in the room next to her, she realizes that fear is no longer a concern.

That’s when she sees the name of the caller.

It’s been 6 months, 6 long months since she heard from him. What on earth could he want to say to her at this time?

The phone continues to vibrate, she picks it up and holds it in her hands, all she wants to do is reduce the racket it is making.

Fortunately, it stops.

“Well that’s that”. She exclaims loudly and falls back on her pillow.
Barely 2 minutes go by and the phone starts buzzing again.


What if it is something urgent ? She wonders.

“Your kindness is both your biggest strength and you greatest weakness Anne”. She remembers her best friend repeatedly declaring over the past two decades.

After what seems like forever she reluctantly slides her finger across the phone screen.

“Hello”. She hears a familar voice say and it makes her smile for a moment. 

Before she even realizes it they are talking to each other like in the old days. A lot of things have happened to both of them and there's plenty of catching up to do.

After a while though, even as the conversation continues, a disconcerting thought begins to occupy her mind.

This is probably going to be the last time they talk to each other.

What do you say to someone when you know there’s a one in a billion chance that you will ever talk to them again? She wonders as she hopes he is thinking of the same thing too.

Slowly but surely they have run out of things to say to each other.

There is silence on both ends of the phone.
When I was a kid I never thought a day would come when the news would ever take on the form of entertainment, or worse still become unreliable or untrustworthy.

But in today’s world, you have to take everything you read, hear or watch with more than just a ‘pinch’ of salt.

It is ironic, but right now I rely heavily on satirical comedy shows like 'The Daily Show' and 'Last Week Tonight' to stay abreast with what’s going on in the world.

The Daily Show is currently hosted by Trevor Noah, a highly affable comedian from South Africa. For over 16 years though, the face of the show was Jon Stewart.
I was traveling when I first heard the news that Jon had decided to quit the network and focus on his family life.

This was not something I saw coming and it broke my heart.
Watching the 21-minute program which often featured some of the biggest personalities in the world on its guest list and talented comedians in the likes of Stephen Colbert, Steve Carell, Ed Helms, Jason Jones among many others was something I looked forward to every single day.

When August 6th came along I watched the finale with bated breath eager to see what would be Jon’s final words to his audience.

Again, he didn’t disappoint.

After thanking his wife and kids, the people who watched the show and everyone both in front and behind the camera He said “An artist I really admire once said that he thinks of his career as a long conversation with the audience, a dialogue, and I really like that metaphor for many different reasons but the main one is because it takes away the idea of finality. This is just, it’s a conversation, this show isn’t ending we’re merely taking a small pause in the conversation, a conversation which by the way, I have hogged, and I apologize for that". 

“I should have at some point turned the camera around to ask, So do you guys have something to add? I’ve really been dominating this in a really selfish way”

“Oh, but I thought that it was a remarkable way of getting to that nothing ends, its, its, just a continuation, it’s a pause in the conversation. So, rather than saying goodbye, or good night, I’m just going to say, I’m gonna go get a drink, and… I’m sure I’ll see you guys before I leave”.
I have found that many people like me struggle with the finite nature of everything that comes along with life.

In fact I’m one of those people who even avoids saying the word bye in my day to day conversations.

But just because we don’t like it, it doesn’t mean that we won’t be faced by such situations as we move from one phase of life to another. 

No matter how much you hate it, there is almost always an expiry date on everything. 

Whether it’s a farewell party at the office, a phone call, or even an unexpected brief run in with someone you once really cared about, there are times when you know that this might be the last time you see, hear or write to them.

There are no perfect final words that you can tell them, and the last thing you want is to hurt them, or worse still, hurt yourself by saying something inappropriate.

But like Jon, I think it's always better to leave that possibility of reuniting with someone open.

Maybe when you grab that drink and return, you’ll see those people again, and even though it may not be as epic as it once was, you may end up having another good memory to add to your life.

That has got to be worth something.
If you are curious to know what Anne said to the guy on the other end of the phone.

Well, I’ll tell you what she didn’t say.

She didn’t say goodnight, and she didn’t say goodbye.

'Farewells are only painful when you know there is no possibility of saying hello again', She recalled reading somewhere. For now, taking that one in a billion chance seemed to be enough.

Until Next Time.


Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Vanilla Twilight

Bangalore has more than half a dozen nicknames.

Garden City, Pensioners Paradise, Silicon Valley of India, these are just the popular ones.

Oh well, there are many things that make this city special and thus I’m not surprised at all.

For me, Bangalore city was is and will always be known by one name and one name alone – Home.

I have lived here all my life, and over the years, I have slowly but surely adapted to all the changes that have come about in my time here.

Even the ever increasing city traffic.

Most of you are going – 'Yeah! Sure you have'.

I might be sounding a little insincere right about now so I’ll just explain myself a little.

I’m not saying I ‘like’ the traffic in Bangalore; it’s just that I have learned to live with it.

On some rare occasions though, for no particular reason, like magic, the congestion in some parts of the city just disappears.

If you happen to be around in that brief window, you get a glimpse of how Bangalore used to be 15 years ago.

This month’s blog is about one such time in my life that happened about 2 years ago.

Working on weekends and public holidays is not uncommon in the healthcare industry.

Often times work gets so hectic that we even tend to forget that a major festival is on the anvil.

On Diwali in 2014 I wasn’t perturbed sitting all by myself in the hospital waiting to see if anybody was going to come along seeking treatment.

It’s a mistake to take it for granted that people won’t show up on a major holiday, sometimes,the exact opposite is true.

So I waited but no one turned up.

On my way to work that day, the traffic in the city was especially bad.

Long serpentine lines of 4 and 2 wheelers occupied both sides of the streets for most of my ride.

I spent the whole evening in the clinic trying to work out a strategy to escape the traffic on my way back home.

“Don’t take the Sankey tank route doctor”. Hema the receptionist told me at the end of the day.

I smiled, nodded my head and thanked her for showing up for work. I also assured her that I would never do the mistake of taking the aforementioned route on a night like this.
Remember the part where I told you about the different nicknames that Bangalore has?

You probably don’t know this, but a few decades ago Bangalore was also known by the name of ‘The City of Lakes’.

Yes, back then Namma Bengaluru had over 75 lakes and a huge river.

Very few of these are actually left today, Sankey tank is one of them.

Traffic on the bridge over the lake is usually insane. I had no intentions whatsoever to even wander anywhere close to it that night.

It may seem that what you read next is entirely made up and that I am exploiting my ‘creative license’ to the fullest, but trust me, I’m telling you the truth, cross my heart and hope to die :)

I don’t know how it happened; I really don’t, but in spite of my best efforts to avoid Sankey tank land I found myself on top of the bridge at around 9 p.m. that night.

There was no reason for the traffic to be less at that time, but what lay ahead of me was a completely empty single stretch of road.

The water in the lake to my right was shimmering, reflecting the light from the street lamps.
That wasn’t the best part.

The song playing in my ears just about then was ‘Vanilla Twilight’, a mystical bordering on magical tune by ‘Owl City’.

I slowed down a little to soak into the song and just when I thought things couldn’t get any better…..

Wait for it.

Fireworks lit up the skies above me.

For the next minute or so, I was transfixed, completely taken away by the moment.

This unexpected and yet sublime experience is till this day amongst the best memories of my life.

It was almost as if the universe had put on a show just for me that night at a time when I wasn’t exactly in the best place I could be.
Day in and day out we hear people from all walks of life talk about taking hold of a moment, capturing it,making it our own etc. But, lately, I’ve been wondering if there are times in our lives when the reverse is true, i.e. getting seized by the moment instead.

Let’s admit it, the majority of our lives are for the most part tedious and monotonous.

Except Mr. Tom Cruise.

Wait, why exactly is he the exception?

You have to agree, the man has a lot of stuff going on for himself, well atleast in his films he does.

Remember the movie Edge of tomorrow?

The tagline for that film was ‘Live, Die, Repeat’

For me it is usually ‘Eat, Sleep Repeat’.

Clearly, Mr. Cruise is having a lot more fun.
But ever so often in our apparently ‘boring’ lives, there are times when extraordinary things unexpectedly happen to us, like what happened to me on the bridge over the lake.

Moments like these help us realize that we aren't just another drop of water in the ocean, instead, we are special and important in our own little ways.

We matter.

Look back on your life and think about those times when the beauty around you was so overwhelming, that you couldn't help but think it was all just for you.

Until next time.


P.S 'The Sentimental Idiot' completes 3 years since its inception today. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your constant love, support and encouragement.
God bless you all.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016


“Neppo needs the fan and some soft music to fall asleep”.

“He’s a dog mom; all he needs to fall asleep is a full stomach”.

Napoleon the third, our adorable pet dog and the most trending topic in our family for over a year now enters the room again.

This is his fifth time going around the house. He is acting like a child on a sugar rush.

“Turn on the fan and see what happens”. Mom tells me.

I reluctantly get up and follow her instructions.

Napoleon returns for the sixth time.

“Thud”!!! He crashes on the floor unceremoniously.

“Did you see that”? I ask my mother, amused but mostly shocked by what I just witnessed before my eyes.

‘It was like all his joints dislocated at once”. I say aloud.

“I’ve seen that before, now turn on the music”. She tells me.

“Let’s wait and see, I still don’t think it’s the fan. He is just tired from running around ma”.

“We’ll see’. She says shaking her head disapprovingly.

Neppo is lying on the floor but he is by no means still.
I’m fascinated by the manner in which he is rolling his sausage shaped body round and round. I can’t help being amazed by how he is keeping his long nose from touching the floor.

I look at my mom helplessly; Neppo is showing no signs of sleeping.

“Music”. Mom says.
I yank out my phone and queue up the first song on my ‘soft and silly’ playlist.

The song ‘What would I do without you’ by ‘Drew Holcomb and the neighbors’ starts to play.

Magically, even before the chorus, Neppo is fast asleep.

I’m sitting right next to him holding the phone near his ears.

“The difference between what I’ve said and done, and you’re still standing by my side”. I start singing along.

He gently pushes me with his paws waking up.

I stop singing, and he immediately goes back to sleep.

“I will never make it if I’m on my own” I sing again, this time in a much softer voice.

He wakes up again and pushes me harder with his paws. He even yawns loudly to make his request clear - He doesn’t want me to sing along.

“Don’t feel bad, his reaction is even worse when I sing to him”. My mother says trying to console me.

His head is resting on my thigh and I can’t help but look at the little fellow lovingly and be touched by the look of contentment on his face.
It may come as a surprise to you that I first came to know about closure only a few years ago.

I was watching an episode of ‘The Office’ from season 5 called lecture circuit, where Michael Scott, the main protagonist of the show is wondering if he should visit the place where a woman he once loved works.

He doesn’t want to go. It’s hard for him because he still has feelings for her.

Even as a viewer you feel compelled to agree with him.

That’s when Pam, the receptionist at his office and his close confidante steps in and suggests that he goes ahead with the plan anyway, because, that’s the only way he can find some ‘closure’ on this whole chapter of his life.
Michael eventually agrees.

In the beginning, it’s a trainwreck. But at the end of the ordeal, Michael realizes that it was the best thing he could have done.

I often compare life to a long-running TV series with episodes of all different kinds, some are funny, some are thrilling, some meaningful, sad and some even boring at times, but ever changing nonetheless.

The problem is that quite often for some reason call it whatever you want, timing, circumstance, destiny, etc some of these episodes in our lives end abruptly.

While it may not hit us initially, eventually, at some point of time or the other we tend to think about it, and yes, it makes us feel uncomfortable.

The why’s and if’s and maybe’s just start cropping up from every nook and corner till you realize, hey! I know it’s been a while since the broadcast of this episode was suddenly interrupted, but I don’t think I’m done watching it yet.

The chapter is incomplete.

That’s when you know, you need closure.

Like most other things in life, even when it comes to seeking and finding closure, it’s not always easy.

This not only applies to relationships as such, it could be a dream that you were working on that went unfulfilled, or a project at work that was dismissed before completion, even dues your employer owes you, or a friend who won’t talk or listen to you anymore. Something, anything that causes you to feel deficient or discontent in life.

Not everyone will be willing to meet you halfway and help you find the answers to the questions plaguing you mind and they may or may not have valid reasons for this.

What then can you do to get the closure you so desperately seek? Where do you go?
How then do you go back to feeling normal again? Especially when you are very well aware of the fact that going back to revisit those memories could possibly unleash a world of pain on yourself.

Should you go back or just let It fester?
I think I know a way and in my experience, it works.

It all comes down to this one question.

Do you feel like you have done the best you can to fix something that you feel is broken?

If your answer is yes, you’re done. That’s the universe telling you that your role in the episode is over.

If your answer is no and you don’t care about that episode in your life, great, nothing needs to be done. You have probably already moved on.

If your answer is no and you do care and you can’t sleep at night because the thought is eating you up on the inside, here is what you do.

You wake up, and you find a way to fix it.

Just one little thing, make sure you are going ‘all in’ this time.

You are inviting yourself to some guaranteed pain and disappointment so when you emerge out of it, you have to be sure that you’ve done the best that you possibly could.

Here is the best part of doing this.

You wouldn’t have to ASK for closure anymore because now, you would’ve EARNED it.

You might want to ask me why I brought Neppo into this post, how does he fit into all this?

The truth is, I feel contentment and closure are very closely linked.

Lil Neppo too has challenges in his life, whether it is his morning belly rub or his afternoon share of chicken bones or just running away with my sock as soon as I take off my shoes every evening, I have never seen him give up on something till he has tried his best, maybe that’s what helps him sleep like a baby. (In addition to the fan and the music off course :)

All of our life’s pursuits are aimed at finding peace and contentment and if something is keeping us from feeling that way, we should try our best to fix it.

The only way you’ll know if you’re done with a complicated episode in your life, is if you have done the best you could.
No one can stop you from finding the closure you seek, especially when you realize that the very knowledge of doing the best that you possibly could’ve done to achieve something is all the closure you need.

Until Next Time


Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Me, Ma & Whatsapp :-)

"Ma, the rice is clearly overdone". I declare loudly.

It's 4:45 in the afternoon. My mother and I are watching a cookery show called 'Taste Time'. The chef has overcooked the basmati rice and while 'Prawns-Peas Fried Rice' sounded intriguing at first, we both are amused at his attempts to mask the mess with a layer of garnish that looks like a thick quilt covering a baby.

He should call it 'Prawns Peas Upma' I say.

Mom doesn’t care about the joke.
"What is this WhatsApp"? She asks me changing the topic.
"It is a message sending service".I say curtly.
"My friend said it is an app, What exactly is an app"? 
"App is a short form for application ma".
"Application for what"?
"For the function of sending messages".
"Oh okay".

I’m happy for a short while that the matter seems to be closed, but then the discussion resumes.

"How do I get it on my phone"? She asks.
"Your phone doesn’t support WhatsApp". I reply as I turn off the tv.
"Why? Is my phone Anti-Whatsapp"? 
"It’s not a smartphone. I tell her".
"Why did you buy me a ‘dumb phone’ then"?
"Because it took us a year to teach you how to use a tv remote".
"What is that supposed to mean"? Mom asks me angrily.
"Nothing". I say quietly.
"Ok Mr. Smart Phone guy, explain to me how WhatsApp works". 
"You download the app from the internet".
"What is download"?
"Ma….." I moan.
"I’m trying to learn here. If I had the same attitude when I was teaching you the alphabet you would still be babbling nonsense".
"You mean like ba ba black sheep have you any wool"? I ask her.
"Very funny, now tell me what does download mean"?
"Ma it's just some stuff you transfer into your phone over the internet".
"From which part of the internet".
"An online store".
"Where is this online store"?
"On the internet".
"Where is the internet"?
"It is all around us".
"So you just get the stuff that you want from the air"? 
"No ma. You got to a particular website and there you search for what you want and when you find it you download it. Understand"?
"What is the name of the website"?
"It's called the play store".
"Where is this play store located"?
"Jalahalli cross".
"I just told you it’s on the internet ma".
"Oh, oh yes yes".
"Did you get yours from the playstore"?
"Because I’m using an I phone".
"Then how did you get Whatsapp"? She asks emphasizing the word 'You'.
"From the apple app store".
The store sells apples too?

"Why couldn’t you take yours from the play store"?
"That’s for android phone users".
"What is android"?
"Ma I’m hungry". I say, knowing full well that mentioning my hunger would distract her.
"What is android"?
"It is a type of phone".
"You mean like Nokia, Samsung"?
"No no, it's an operating system for a smartphone".
"What is an operating system"?
"Is there a gynecoid also"?

I laugh.

"No there is no gynecoid".
"How did it come in these stores that you talk about"?
"Someone uploaded it ma".
"Now what does upload mean"?
"It is the opposite of download, you put stuff up on the internet".
"So you just put it up there"?
"And how do you take it when you need it"?
"You download it".
"From where"?
"The Internet. Ma, we’re going in circles now".
"This is very confusing man".
"I know that’s why you shouldn’t be on WhatsApp".

She looks upset so I quickly apologize.  

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, let me show you".
"Imagine that there is a world that exists around us in addition to the one we live in".I say as I stand next to her and make hand motions as I speak to  explain things better.

"You’re so grown up and smart". My mom says looking at me lovingly.
"Ma, pay attention". I say trying hard not to blush.
"This world is called the internet".
"Which world"? She asks
"This one". I say pointing at the imaginary globe I have made with my hands.
"Why is…"
"No more questions till the end of the class". I say sternly interrupting her mid-sentence.

"In this world, there are shops of different types and sizes. Like there are shops in our world for grocery, apparel, technology etc. You with me"?
"I’m glad we’re on the same page".
"The play store,and the app store are like huge malls in the internet world that sell applications to help people do things, send messages, make calls, record music".
"Just like in the real world, when you need something, you go to the store and buy it. In this virtual internet world too, you go online…"
"What is onl…"
"Mm mm, let me finish".
"You go online and you buy it".
"Okay. I understand, somewhat".
"Phew". I sigh loudly and sit next to her".
"So how does WhatsApp work she asks me"?
I grudgingly take my phone out and open the app.
"You see all these people in my list of contacts"? I ask her.
"Yes, that girl looks very pretty by the way. Tell me about 
"I’m just asking, you never want to share anything with your mother".
"She’s a friend".
"Is she single"?
"Ok, you can tell me later. She is very cute in case you didn’t already notice".
"So, coming back to WhatsApp. All these people on the list have the app on their phone, so I can send them messages, pictures, videos and all that".
"Nice". She says.
"Tell me more about the girl".
I get up and walk out of the room shaking my head.
"Come back". She yells.
I turn around and return to my place on the sofa next to her.
"Thanks for explaining it to me so well".
"You’re welcome".

There is quiet in the room for about 5 minutes, but there is an eerie feeling inside, I know another question is on its way.

"I’ve been thinking of asking you something for a while now".
"Oh God". I exclaim. "Not about the girl again I hope".
"No no, you can tell me all about her later".
"I won't".
"We'll see about that".
"So what's the other question you wanted to ask me about"?

"Now that you have so eloquently explained to me what WhatsApp is, could you please tell me something about ‘The Facebook’"?

Until Next Time


P.S. If you are reading this ma, I love you very very much. Can't wait for us to try the prawns peas thing :-P