Am in office on a Sunday 😦 gotta work since there’s a release next week.
I got my lunch box as usual. Team mates made fun saying “Anu can’t eat outside even on one day!“. “I’m doing it in the interest of the project – if I eat outside and fall sick, then I’ll have to take leave, which means more work for you guys!!“, I retorted 😀
Went upstairs to the cafeteria to have lunch, all of my team-mates went their way, a few to their homes, a few to the darshinis nearby. I didn’t have anyone for company; went with my Agatha Christie. The café was absolutely deserted, with all the chairs piled up on the tables; had a peaceful lunch engrossed in the book, with the whistling winds and the empty café as lunch partners.
There’s wall-painting work going on in our floor… guess they do it in batches on the weekends… didn’t know that. Though initially I liked the smell of paint (which I generally like), now it’s rather over-powering and causing a headache. Speaking of smells – there’re some weird odours that I like – the smell of petrol, phenyl, fresh paint, turpentine, fresh mehendi, the way my hair smells after washing it with methi-paste, the smell of camphor, and of course others like that of wet mud after the first drops of rain – which are a universal favourite I suppose!
Have been listening to some of my favourite Kannada bhaava-geetes on Udbhava.com, which I guess is blocked on the regular work-days here in office and I unfortunately don’t have their mp3s on my comp 😦
…elliyu nilladiru…maneyanendu kaTTadiru…
koneyanendu muTTadiru…O anantavaagiru…
This has been the only silver lining in the otherwise dark clouds that have engulfed my weekend!