Reading this reminded me of a long-suppressed traumatic memory… err… OK… * drama-queen stops right in her tracks * … a not-so-suppressed, no-so-traumatic memory. In college I would forever be suffering from a cold (and no, I have no idea why , and I do not wish to discuss theories of why it could have been so…sheesh ! can’t a girl complete her story in peace ?) So, I would usually wait it out. You know what they say…a cold will be cured in a week with medicines and in seven days without ! As it happened, in one such bout of cold, I had to attend a wedding in the family. So there I was, decked up in finery and sniffling away to glory with a cherry-red nose-tip ! Wedding = A thousand random relatives you haven’t met in ages and who want to know what you are up to in the finest details. There’s only one conversation I had that day. Just multiply it by 1000 – once for each random relative - RR for short: RR: So, how are you ? How’s your college going ? ME: I’m fine...
This blog is going to be exactly what the name says - slices of my daily life.