What weighs nine kilos, is made of high-quality paper and cardboard and comes in an unwieldy package that has the tendency to rip through every plastic bag assigned to contain it, and ends up giving you a numb pair of hands, and a euphoric feeling of accomplishment?
Monthly Archives: June 2005
Another morning
So I woke up today morning and decided to wash the dirty clothes lying around at assorted places in my room. Sleepily walked around, brushing my teeth with one hand and gathering up clothes in the other. Started washing machine, put clothes in, failed to notice errant wire-hanger that was part of the pile.
The almighty clatter of a hanger inside a washing machine when it begins its spin cycle, is kind of hard to describe. I remember tasting something wet and sweet in my mouth (which happened to be the toothpaste) and a clenched feeling in the tummy at the thought of having to pay for damaging the machine ( which the company pays for) as I ran towards the source of the emanation. Retrieved hanger. Everything intact, except for peace of mind.
And the kind psasidhar has finally sent me the picture I took of my old room after part of the packing was over. The guy in the picture is me, of course, and I am showing off my new haircut. ( Not really. I was just picking up Sasi’s helmet and trying hard not to over-balance and fall on the beanbag.)