squeeze time again...

so with lots of gel in exchange for a lighter pocket (and a lighter head... "a girl cut my hair. she was pretty good looking." a-ha!) , mr rao came home happy on a saturday morning. sanjana was jumping with joy... waiting for her grandparents. they arrived, we had some left over aloo-tikki chhole and pao bhaji topped off with lots of mangoes and then everyone was happy. and asleep soon after.

and so here i am. a snoring household (including the maid, yes) and a furiously typing me. i look around a very red room (red curtains, red bedsheets, red divan -- even the flowers on the tree outside are red in happy coincidence) and i question... where to, now? and once these artful dodger-type thoughts crawl in and occupy mind space, you've lost the peace. so now i have to think about it and woe betide me if i dont DO IT.

"do what?" you are wondering (if you got this far). begin my dream project. start something and make it happen.

i'll tell you if i do it. and i'll tell u if i dont.