01:13 IST
Downstairs Room with Table Fan, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
Tiring, pointless, day. Someone told me once that a point does not exist. So pointless in itself doesn't make much sense, does it? Kunzum. Social media updates. Coughing. Chatter-patter with the marketing guruji. Cough. Wait for the boss. Cough. Sister arrives. Trundled to the puny-parantha-maker. Placed order. Sat on chairs. Discussed plans for the day. A girl walks towards me and stops in front of me. I recognize her but can't recall her name. Introduce her to sister as my friend from Kunzum then look at her and apologise for not being able to recall her name. She looks upset. But tells me it, and lunches with us. Phew. Trundle back to Kunzum. Say hello to the work people. Begin transcribing one of Dadi's interviews. Love the process. One of the tech bloggers comes to visit. Asked him about good editing laptops. He suggests Thinkpad over Ideapad. And an Air over everything else. He's an Apple freak. Nothing to do with those round, red, juicy, nutritious things mind you. Boss comes. Boss goes. No talk. Stupid. Walk till bus-stop. Bus arrives after exactly five minutes of wait! (small joys) Home. Dinner. Lots of gossip with the sisters. Talked to boi. Read about Time and am thoroughly confused. What the fuck is it!?
Goodnight. Love.
Downstairs Room with Table Fan, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
Tiring, pointless, day. Someone told me once that a point does not exist. So pointless in itself doesn't make much sense, does it? Kunzum. Social media updates. Coughing. Chatter-patter with the marketing guruji. Cough. Wait for the boss. Cough. Sister arrives. Trundled to the puny-parantha-maker. Placed order. Sat on chairs. Discussed plans for the day. A girl walks towards me and stops in front of me. I recognize her but can't recall her name. Introduce her to sister as my friend from Kunzum then look at her and apologise for not being able to recall her name. She looks upset. But tells me it, and lunches with us. Phew. Trundle back to Kunzum. Say hello to the work people. Begin transcribing one of Dadi's interviews. Love the process. One of the tech bloggers comes to visit. Asked him about good editing laptops. He suggests Thinkpad over Ideapad. And an Air over everything else. He's an Apple freak. Nothing to do with those round, red, juicy, nutritious things mind you. Boss comes. Boss goes. No talk. Stupid. Walk till bus-stop. Bus arrives after exactly five minutes of wait! (small joys) Home. Dinner. Lots of gossip with the sisters. Talked to boi. Read about Time and am thoroughly confused. What the fuck is it!?
Goodnight. Love.
