Promises

Yay, I’m connected again! Actually I have been connected for a week, but I have been running around a lot.

I’ve been breaking the bank with wedding shopping. It’s probably time to stop soon. At least, I have promised myself it’s time to stop soon. I should probably promise someone else that I’ll stop soon—better at keeping promises to others than promises to my self you see.

All in all life’s peachy keen again. k passed his culmination-of-his-career-in-India exam. That was a load off for both of us.

We are busy getting all tangled up in plans for the immediate future, the not-so-distant future, and 20-years-from-now future. I have a tendency to fly by the seat of my pants and he is more inclined to plan down to the last details. So we drag ach other along the other’s path as far as we can and then plunk down to work out compromise. You could say we are working on a compromise right now.

I’m going to Delhi for a week. I cant wait to get out of the city for a bit. I’m going to chill out with family and to buy t-shirts from what I think will be the coolest t-shirt store I have ever been to. Every time I see a t-shirt that makes me think about whether someone would give me the shirt off of their back literally—turns out the t-shirt is from that store.

I’m reading Brick Lane by Monica Ali now. It’s been making waves in literary circles for a few years, and I’ve been reading about some South Asian communities viewing it as ‘controversial’. The book is about a young Bangladeshi girl who has an arranged marriage and moves to England to be with her new husband. She then negotiates the new terrain and the story is the story of her existential shift.

Hmm, during the day I think of so many things to put in this space, but by night/early morning I am too tired to remember. I’ll do some remembering and write what I mean to say more often.