I am Dexter’s mum?
Some days you just know will be strange. Like today. Usually when I look in the mirror first thing in the morning I think “damn, my nose didn’t get smaller” but today I happened to glance at my ears first and realized the most terrifying thing : the color of my earrings are exactly the same as the nail polish on the fingers of Dexter’s mother. And the hand that was frozen in ice. Coincidence, you say? I think not! It’s a sign…some weird sign which means something that I’m not spiritual enough to guess. And considering its Dexter, I’m expecting the worst.
Since yesterday my life’s been getting surrealler. I’ve been trying to detox myself- my skin’s been a bit snakish aaj kal and I’ve zeroed my tea and coffee intake, and now rely on oranges to provide myself with the right amount of liquid; and to be honest, I feel great. Less awake, less caffeinated- thus I pass my days in this hazy, Californian-type daze with this feeling of intense self-satisfaction at being able to cut a habit completely from my life. Khaer whatever: this is the story- Saturday (yesterday) was nani day, and nani- not content with having just her six daughters, their husbands and the 30 odd children in our family over, decided to invite her niece from America and her recently married daughter and damaad too. Now obviously, when you’ve invited celebrities like a newly-wedded couple to your home for the first time (at least in the guy’s case), you’ve got to go all out: lunch, then after-lunch tea, then evening tea, then dinner, then after dinner tea, and then paan. And because I’m the eldest non-married girl in the family, guess who got to do most of the work?
There really is some benefit of getting hitched after all. My married cousins, along with my khalas and nani are part of the elite club called the Gossip-Force now, and have a permanent “Get out of work free” card.
Anyway, the tension, intense physical labor, and overall feeling of retardedpan caused me to overdose on caffeine in all its available forms and by nightfall I was high on insomnia (which basically means me, in my bed, imagining I’m on American Idol). By the semi finals I had managed to fall asleep.
And then…the dreams came.
I now know how Dali came up with his paintings.