Working from home

A scam.

I ate 7 times today.

Scavanged the refrigerator for all left overs and finished them or disposed them neatly.

Small talked with house maid. 

Drank 4 cups of tea. A liter of orange juice.

I also sneaked in an episode of 'the newsroom' during the day.

I viber-ed with friends.

I cursed the slow internet speed. Imaginary throwing bricks at laptop also happened.

I ended up working till 10.30 PM. a 12 hour day.

Working from home - a real scam, when I am involved.

snippets

he said : 'you know you could return that old phone of yours and buy a new one in exchange. You could save some money as well!'

she replied (instantaneously) : 'Can people in life be replaced this way ?' 

A pause. she added 'I think, no'.

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She stood a few meters away from me. She looked at me curiously. Almost on the verge of staring.

I continued on my way home. I crossed her.

The cat then turned and walked away from the juncture. Almost 10 paces and never looked back.

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'there is a sincerity in your self deprecation. A hilarious sincerity.' 

'Isn't that what makes me human ?'

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'What made you pick 'The Last Mughal' to read ?'

'You know I was supposed to travel to Dilli this month. I though it would be a good idea to read about a place while actually visiting that place.'

'So did you go to Dilli?'

'Oh no. But I did time travel.'

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'When will everything heal ?'

'Don't ask the question, live it.'

happy boxes

My work addled weekend found this -> http://www.purisubzi.in/post/50163457409/happybox

I stopped working after that. I started thinking about happy boxes.

An image came to my mind. Grandfather (nanaji/aajoba) giving me a book and an afternoon spent reading that or numerous other comic books/sherlock holmes books in his backyard. 

image courtesy - Pascal Campion

There is magic in going back to spaces you most loved during growing up. There is magic in re creating these all over again while growing up. Isn't that why one grows up ?

As the post linked above, I also have a physical box (a metal one in my case) and it stores all the trinkets of stuff too precious to be given away to forgetting. Do you have happy boxes ? What do you keep in them ?