My Mom is one big, always-ready-to-erupt volcano of tension. She came up to me tonight and… You don’t sleep You don’t eat You smoke You don’t exercise You…and so on and so forth… What will become of you? Someone please tell her… “ARAY BHAYYA…AAL IS WELL!” Jab marna ho ga, mar jaayein ge.
There is a Bengali boy, Jahangir, who works in my father’s workshop at the back of our house. He lives here and sometimes he does some kitchen chores also. Yesterday, he made tea. I had a cold recently which became the cause of the following conversation: Ø¬ÛØ§Ù†Ú¯ÛŒØ±: Ú†Ø§Ø¦Û’ Ù†Ú©Ø§Ù„ Ø¯ÙˆÚºØŸ Ù…ÛŒÚº: ØªÚ¾ÙˆÚ‘ÛŒ Ø¯ÛŒØ± Ù…ÛŒÚºÛ” Ø¬ÛØ§Ù†Ú¯ÛŒØ±: Read More