There is a story knit in your life and mine. Just that I don't know about yours and you don't know about mine. And then there are some people who write it down. Beautifully. Read this, if you haven't already.

My Last JDate

I realised today that I don't like rosemary. I keep forgetting, till I get a taste of it. And then I get reminded. Yesterday's garlic bread from the Farmers Market had rosemary. Not good.

One of the books I picked yesterday is almost un-put-down-able. Its a good thing that the author has a sense of humor. Else this would be the darkest book I have ever read. Worse off than Clockwork Orange. Quoting the author - "North Korea feels like Kafka written in an alphabet no one can read". I am reading like a student - pencil, notes et al. Re-reading some parts too. The stuff in the book is too weird to be real. Yet, it is real. Again, quoting the author - "You are left wondering at your own grip on reality, like the moment in The Matrix when Neo sees a black cat walk by, and then another black cat walk by just like the first one causing Trinity to warn him:  A deja vu is usually a glitch in the Matrix. It happens when they change something." I am about 100 pages away from finishing it. Its going to be a late night tonight.

Well written. Highly recommended.

In other news, mom and dad are visiting soon. Due to an overdose of communist reading material, I have booked them on China Southern Airlines. Also, they were the cheapest and I am an Indian like that.

I went for a haircut with S some days back. Yes, I hate going for haircuts on my own. S watches over the process while I read. It is a cadence we both have made peace with. This time I went in with a I don't care, do what you want approach. S played along. I look like a boy now. Ecstatic. Not. :-/

On loop right now. Not a blue Monday. :)