Random Snippets

This happened yesterday morning....Well, I happen to be this wonderful specimen of a girl who just cant pry her eyes open before 9:00 am. Now, my father has had a rather nasty fall and as you can guess - a rather nasty ankle and heel injury. He had this teensy-weensy bit of work that had to be done yesterday morning. So, he requests me to help him out with it. And I say YES (Wipe that amazed, or rather shocked expression off your smug lil face...). Yup! I actually said yes, coz otherwise, he would have stepped out of the house.

So, here I am, trying my hardest to wake up at 7:00 am and what does my father do??? He comes to my side and says, "Pattani" (Thats my name...Remember, you are being RUDE and I love that name) "Sorry da, yennale ivvalavu seekkaramaa ezhundukka vendirakku". Translated that spells the following "sorry dear, all coz of me you had to get up this early". Now, I was totally zapped. When did 7:00 am become REALLY early? And he doesnt have to apologise to me for THAT. Trust me, I have not let my folks sleep for gazillion nites. And still dont do..... If I had a daughter like muhsself, I would have given her a biff up her hooter and woken her up.

This is wat I call - LOVE

I have a friend. Now, lets say I am rather mean to him. I know, thats no great deal coming from me, coz I am mean tonnes of times. But this particular friend has really faced tough times courtesy, the undersigned. I have said things I would'nt have ever eanted to hear.

If I was in his place, I would have cared two hoots for what happens to the other person, and simply walked out (in stilletos) of their lives. But what does this friend do??? He still calls up to find if I am doing alrite, if life's treatin me real good.

This is wat I call - LOVE

Each time, I chop veggies for my mother (out of muh own volition), she has tears in her eyes. Today, muh sis and her in-laws came home for lunch. For a change, we decided that muh sis will be confined to her parking spot and not pitch in. Normally, muh mother would serve us piping hot pooris/phulkas and we would gorge ourselves insanely too much. Once we have burped our way thro the food, she sits down to eat.

Today, I volunteered to make the pooris. And I actually took the time out to do so. At the end of the meal, I was overwhelmed with compliments. The chocolate chips on the sudae (Lets fight cliche's dearies) was muh mother who thanked me, just so sweetly dat it melted my nin-existent heart.

This is wat I call - LOVE

I know this whole thing is getting too sentimental. But thats that. I know so many people who love me expecting nothin in return. I could simply keep adding up instances. I guess that would mean that I have sore fingers. Wouldnt wanna do that.

These people are super-special and the world ticks along coz of them. I sure pitch in muh tuppence to turn the world upside-down....But they hold it. Life's great as they bungle my plans. Keeps me thinking and on muh toes.