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A comeback?

I might be coming back in this space soon. (fingers crossed)

I know I'd lost my sense of humour, et all, but I am feeling like it might be headed back.
Also, amongst other aspects of my life,

1. I've finished college. Been a long time since here!
2. I've started work in Jaipur.
3. Me and the ex are officially done, we've helped each other move on as well. Not that I need lots of help doing that. Although, of course this was a more real thing than any of the old ones, she was my best-friend too. But at least now I'm alone and I know it.
4. I wish this blog were anonymous.
5. I also had a knee surgery last month, they removed some damaged meniscus from my right knee (it had gone bad in Kazakhstan) It's still recovering for now.
6. ::::

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So my first week at office had been rather interesting.
And by that I just mean, that I got fed free lunches, and one set of free breakfasts and dinners at office.

At one of these lunches, I opened a box from a bakery that had been given to every person at office. Inside I saw a burger, a patty, some nachos, a cheesy dip, and some salsa.

I sat down at a nearby empty table, and in a few moments time, some married women came and sat with the boxes, opening them up slowly.

They had the same boxes, except that instead of the nachos, the salsa and the cheesy dip, they had been given "papdi", "achaar" and "dahi". Well, not  really, but that's what they perceived it to be.
Anyway, so we both sat and enjoyed the papdi with achaar and dahi. I have every intention of never using the words nacho salsa and cheesy dip if I can avoid it.


papdi and achaar

Comments

blog.sahil.me said…
Point number 4. I know what you mean. My hiatus from my blog actually has something to do with that.

HAHA at 'papdi with achar and dahi'! xD
Espèra said…
It's good to see so many of my old blogger friends blogging again!
I don't suffer from the I-wish-it-were-anon problem, because I doubt anyone reads it actually.

Congrats on the job! :)
blog.sahil.me said…
I'm sure *someone* reads it!

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