Chiffonesque

 Not that anything really changes for me. I am still working and my tea has gone cold. I am wearing a pretty nice outfit though. It's a short black top with gold bootis , linen pajamas, and my mom's gold necklace. It looks quite nicely put together, even though I showcased this heightened sense of style to the world by going and buying fruits. Today I got malta  - which is a beautiful orange, sweet-lime, citrus-y variant. It looks so beautiful - that color is fresh and vibrant. It looks as if it were cultivated with joy. Back home. I should start working on something now that involves me going through a couple of call recordings. It has been a few days now and things are rather upsetting. But the other day V came home and showed me an old two-rupee note. It was so cool! That sweet pink little note! Brought back a lot of innocent and happy memories. Feeling scattered at work. My neck and shoulder and back are hurting. Let's see. 

Sometimes when I walk around, I think of various themes and plots and possibilities. Today I thought of amnesia. I was thinking of which place would remind me of something if I lost my memory. There are stronger memories associated with different places, etc. But this picture here is mixed with awe, memory, imagination and curiosity. This house is somewhere off Hill Road. Ever since I remember, this house has had the same type of lights...6 rows of stars and fairy lights. Always, every Christmas it was this. Only one balcony in that large-ish bungalow is really done up. But the glow in the balcony is so wholesome and wonderful. I think if I ever lost my memory, I would remember where I was by seeing this house lit up for Christmas.   

 

 I didn't write anything yesterday because of several reasons. Things at home are very tough. At work, it's going okay but not too well. I think the main thing is to reason level-headed and detached so that I do not explode and destroy everyone and everything. Now, I feel the need to go away somewhere and work. I really need a change of scene.  Okay, I am getting pulled in a lot of different directions. And it is now critical that I make a list and just stick to it. And maybe wake up earlier at the crack of dawn and start work. There are just so many meetings!  It's tough, tough, tough. Basically have kept myself sane by looking through pictures. Okay. I have to attend a call. Poured myself a little Diet Coke and settling in to listen in and take notes. Always good fun.