This evening after i got done reading 'The interpreter of maladies' I felt very dreamy. I made my Pillsbury rolls extra carefully and i thought my fingers moved very artistically as they rolled/folded [?] the dough. I also noticed that the smell reminded me of gulab jamun dough and then i started dreaming of jamuns and that reminded me of Bhagathrams which reminded me of Commercial street and then i got sad because i realised that its been over 19 months since I've been back home. But then i watched the television for a while and ate my dinner rolls with strawberry jam and i felt better.
p.s If any of you have read the book what was your favourite story?
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Books make me Loony
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i know there were several stories... but the one with the crazy girl that gets pregnant in the end sticks out in my head. jhumpa writes about how the crazy lady's neighbors used to comb her hair and part the hair differently so that the gap would not become bigger... random, but that is pretty much the only thing I remember!
Heee yeah. I love how she abruptly ended it with .. as far as we were concerned she was cured or something to that effect.
Mmmmmmm........
Bhagatrams. I want.
That's the brilliant thing about the tele... it turns us into mindless zombies with all those subliminal messages and makes us forget :)
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