FLUX Big Time!!!

And I thought I’d not blog again…at least not till the end of next month...not till I am caught between a rock and a hard place. Life is going through a transformation…hopefully for the better. FLUX is the buzzword. We are changing houses, changing jobs, changing cities…changing lives...well, almost. Whew! More on all of this later.

What forces me to blog today however, is Amitava’s startling desire to make breakfast on a weekday…his startling desire to make breakfast at all…his startling desire to enter the kitchen in the first place. I am too flabbergasted to react…but react I must.

It wasn’t anything extraordinary. But our man made cheese omelets and toast. Now mind you, however mundane and effortless that sounds, for me it’s a distinct sign of better days. Life, as I said, is definitely changing for the better. Hallelujah!

Completely random, a bit depressing, but that’s okay!

I made cheese cake last night…after returning home at a very rare seven in the evening. I am surprised by the sudden enthusiasm. Maybe I am a little relaxed than normal…my folks are here; Ma’s taking care of the cooking…and so I have time to make indulgent cheese cakes.

I don’t know why I gave my readers this piece of completely useless information. Especially because, it kind of gives them the wrong impression that I cook when I am happy and I cook when I am sad. That’s not it. That’s not it at all. I just shared the cheese cake story (Someone teach me the definition of a story…this is painfully dumb) due to lack of a better snippet.

Now the depressing part…I fought with Amitava for the whole morning over Skype, cried in front of my computer, skipped lunch, moved around with red bloated eyes, a bloated face, and a strawberry granita…an apology of an anti-depressant.

And after all the natak, I am hopelessly sleepy…coffee is not helping. I want to rush back home, ignore inquisitive parents, curl up with a book, and catch-up on some sleep.

Again, I am clueless why I am writing all this at all. Ignore it people. Just some random thoughts of a depressed-to-death-and-back woman. IGNORE!