Best chat snippet from yesterday
N: p's neighbor downstairs is playing the guitar fabulously
i am going to put a note under the neighbor's door
17:17 me: saying what:)?
N: "great job with the guitar :)"
i could add "# 1049"
thats p’s house number
N: or "upstairs neighbor"
N: but im not sure about that :D
17:18 shall i leave it anon?
me: leave it anon :)
N: :) okay
17:22 okay im back
17:26 me: and and
17:27 N: and nothing
i didnt ring the bell but
the guitar stopped for a while and now is back on :D
me: you're so full of magic
17:28 N: :D hahaha
thats a sweet compliment
Me, I left my own anon note last night. Bastard driver of SUV in the basement had parked next to and half IN my spot, effectively taking up two places and leaving a generous three inches of useless space for me. Thank you for taking up TWO parking spots!! I wrote with my ink pen on a sheet torn out from my spiral pad, and dropped his wiper over it. I’m hoping the uppercase ‘two’ and the exclamation points – also, two -- make him skeptical of what he might perceive as heartfelt gratitude. I thought of putting my perfectly functional, marginally extensive vocabulary of colourful Hindi abuses to use, but I'm working on showcasing empathy more than attitude. Hari Om.
Last week, *cough*, it became kind of evident that I had put on weight. Just a teensy tiny bit. Enough to make a vain woman go ballistic. All that sooji ka halwa for dessert after breakfast. My trousers were tight. I was upset at being called 'puffy' and feeling, I don't know, blaoted, shallow, miserable, all of the above. And then, my friend P sent me this fabulous Ryan Gosling meets feminist blah. Same P, as in friend and love interest of N, anon guitar-complimentor of first para fame. I want to write about them, P&N, how they met, their story, and maybe I will, but of late and for some pleb reason or the other, too much is slipping into a can't-write-about zone. But I'll acquire pair of balls and work on changing that, too, like the empathy thing.