Tic tac toe.

I'm back in Oman, and it feels so strange. I'm in solitary confinement, all friends so far away, no long 1 rupee calls away ... no vada pao, no pani puri's, no Julie, no kulfi or CCD at Marine drive, and oh, most of all, no dirt, no trains, no Bandra shopping, no bus hopping, no Goa...

And you get the point.

Will blog about the holiday in a while. If i do it now I'll start sobbing my guts out and that is bad for my diet. Water should retent ;D

Comments

CRD said…
heya.glad to find u on blogosphere again :P

btw ive changed my blog url..

its now www.scriptedinsanity.blogspot.com

cheers

hope uve heard abt the poetry contest.chk the threads
July 16, 2008 5:18 pm
Anonymous said…
*rushes to get a bucket to retain water off your eyes*

I love pani puri so much that I fear If I, slowly and sadly, am becoming a golgappa myself?
July 23, 2008 9:50 am
WeirdiSgooD said…
@ Chris- Yes, i got the point. Every time I'm there, I'll leave a full stop as a comment on your blog, and change the url in mine.

@ Asbah- Long way to go..look at me, even Shrek would ask em to go ona diet...sigh !
July 23, 2008 11:42 am
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