07:00 AM
I wake up thinking it's going to be a great day. Without any glitches, productive, and full of happy vibes.
10:00 AM
I am angry. Three autos cancelled on me, and this autowallah is taking hours to come.
12: 00 PM
The case study I had lined up for a shoot cancelled last minute. She didn't even tell me, she told my collegaue who is now relaying the message to me! My other stories too aren't lining up. I am getting restless, worked up, tense.
05:00 PM
My mother calls. She has started feeling pain in the knee. It's tough, she says. Being on the phone, miles away, I can't do anything. I feel helpless, slightly bad as a daughter.
05:30 PM
Okay great, this couple who is always PDAing is now getting married? This one's gone to Columbia University? This one's writing a column? Using Facebook to distract myself has clearly not worked. It's made me feel worse.
06: 00 PM
My cook calls. "Didi, aaj kya banana hai? (what should I cook today)" Nothing, I reply. "Kuchhhhh nahin?" she double checks.
On a whim, I tell her, "Yes, really, don't cook anything. Today, I will cook myself."
07:00 PM
I reach home. Open the fridge. Ah, there lies my beloved Pomfret. I had to brave some pretty gory sights at the local fish-cum-meat market to get it.


