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I am happy about starting this blog but at the same time i am at loss of words at the sudden disappearnece of my previous blog..so before i begin scribblin gin this i need to pay ode to my blog..late blog.
My blog would have completed a year this month but some technical error on my end,and its gone now.This blog had so many memories with it that i can think about it and smile..i now realise how important it was since i am feeling the same loss that i feel whenever my nail gets chipped, or when i see strands of hair in the hairbrush every morning.i made loadsa friends on it..ok not loads since i dint ahve soo many visitors but ye, a couple og food friends.i earned my first few compliments of writing well, my description of the cold toilet seat in winter won accolades,my fear of marrying a stranger got many empathies from readers,i shared my experience of saturday nite pre-party mania which lots of people associated themselves with.Oh and yes one of my personal faverite was the one where i mentioned about my crush on ashutosh, which was imaginary(this is especially for my husband,IMAGINARY )
and then of course my triumph over a burger ...no its not as easy as it sounds..i was having this burger with a Mallu lady married to a German Guy,with a 4 Cm deep cleavage and in the lobby of Hilton, and she at her best German accent..
anywyas thats gone and now its time i start afresh...My saturday morning sadness could probably go after my saturday evening...ohhh i hate working on saturdays.
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Posted by sulagna on 2008-05-09 00:36:37 | Rating: n/a | Views: 39
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