Monday, October 31, 2005

Growing up..

I catch a cold every time the season changes. Chennai to Ahmedabad hasn't changed that.

At home, I used to curl up in my bed with hot cocoa, blankets and a nice book. I'd 'intercom' my mom every time I wanted something and spend the week in luxury.

Today, I washed my own handkerchiefs, applied vicks on my face and went to sleep.

If this is what growing up is, then I want no part of it.

I miss my mom..

:-(
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5 comments:

if_tomm_comes said...

You reminded me of my days back home. I was so bossy at home specially with my mom. Used to be very picky about food....had to have a curry (rasam, dal or sambhar), a veg dish and a noveg one (normally fish....being a mallu you tend to have a lot of fish) with rice. And after coming away from home and staying with a lot of telugu roommates has brought down food to rice and rasam alone. Then I think of what I had and what I have now and miss mom a lot. (Sigh)

November 01, 2005 9:58 PM
satosphere said...

Its something about the winter season that always gives me the running nose, even if I am in the prime of my health.

Ah. Miss being cared for.

November 01, 2005 11:17 PM
Suze said...

hm..
atleast we're cared about.. if not cared for..

November 02, 2005 2:16 AM
deepti said...

same thing happening here.. upset tummy, fever etc.. but no one to listen to my whining...
anyway you have a great blog here.
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do look into it. details at http://www.iimi-iris.com/iris/irising/blogging.asp

November 02, 2005 2:17 PM
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November 03, 2005 5:02 PM

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