Hello. I haven't gone out yet, but art and writing and footy have kept me happy. I guess my mum's cooking helps, too. Isn't it always supposed to? Imagine the cultural embarrassment when your mum sucks at cooking. Enough salt to burn your throat and squeeze your tongue out of your mouth - na, maa, akdom noon kom hoi ni!
My brother got me to sit down to watch 'Rang de Basanti' today. It's very well-made, and the boy banter is almost hilarious. Apart from this - the trope of Earnest Young White Woman reintroducing existential-crisissified Indians to their historical heritage or things of similar, exalted nature, where have I seen this before? And ok, yay for parties. I am underwhelmed. Don't mind me, I'm just a cynical hater.