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Big Dining Hall, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
Upped at 11. Lazy daisy Sunday morning. Not that the rest are hyper active. All in the head. All in the fucking head. Shuffled about the house. Lunched on beautiful zingy lemony mutton. Got dadi to do champi maalish. My dry, thirsty scalp soaked in the coconut oil after a whole year. Bath. Sleep. Up with coffee and mommie's yumilicious dark chocolate with almond cookie-looking gooey thing. I'm going to be a fat pig. A happie fat pig. Family banter on the latest phones, diets, and papa's ditzy patients. Interneting. Looking for editors of Indian publications online has to be the most frustrating job. No information found. Turned attention to papa, who's been reading a book by a Welsh boy. He asked me about Rhossili Bay, and Mumbles beach, and Worm's Head. Images flashed by. Nostalgia. Sigh. Back to surfing. Done surfing. Walked on the terrace. The moonlight spread a clean white sheet on the ground tonight. Perfect for well-defined shadows. Music in my ears. Spring in my steps. Danced and danced. Nimble fingers and an elegant gait. All in the shadows. Thought about the book. Five years. I need that kind of time. Came down. Yapped with sis. Now sitting next to her, writing to you. Till we meet again, tomorrow. Goodnight.
Big Dining Hall, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
Upped at 11. Lazy daisy Sunday morning. Not that the rest are hyper active. All in the head. All in the fucking head. Shuffled about the house. Lunched on beautiful zingy lemony mutton. Got dadi to do champi maalish. My dry, thirsty scalp soaked in the coconut oil after a whole year. Bath. Sleep. Up with coffee and mommie's yumilicious dark chocolate with almond cookie-looking gooey thing. I'm going to be a fat pig. A happie fat pig. Family banter on the latest phones, diets, and papa's ditzy patients. Interneting. Looking for editors of Indian publications online has to be the most frustrating job. No information found. Turned attention to papa, who's been reading a book by a Welsh boy. He asked me about Rhossili Bay, and Mumbles beach, and Worm's Head. Images flashed by. Nostalgia. Sigh. Back to surfing. Done surfing. Walked on the terrace. The moonlight spread a clean white sheet on the ground tonight. Perfect for well-defined shadows. Music in my ears. Spring in my steps. Danced and danced. Nimble fingers and an elegant gait. All in the shadows. Thought about the book. Five years. I need that kind of time. Came down. Yapped with sis. Now sitting next to her, writing to you. Till we meet again, tomorrow. Goodnight.
