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 Really good traction on the blog. Anyway, today was a delicious, great day! Here are all the thing that sparked joy:

1. Papa is well. I did not talk to him today but I got a message from his this morning. He was heading to work in a happy mood.

2. Day began with an interesting training session - learned a few new concepts. Got some good book reccos. So looking forward to getting those books and reading them.

3. Worked on an estimation for one assignment and content analysis for another. That was good stuff.

4. Took some time to reflect on a few things that have happened in the past few days. That was nice. What was amazing is that I made a list of pointers of all the various things on my mind and put them in ChatGPT to devise an action plan for my life. It gave me some beautiful input.

5. I got done with work early and it was a precious, gorgeous evening. I went to Versova to meet a pal. She and I first met in Shelter, a soothing oasis in white and beige. It has a bookshelf with books - mainly for decorative purposes. I went browsing because my friend was late. Oh, what a collection! Here are a few books I found:

  • - The Education of Yuri by Jerry Pinto
  • - The Genius and the Goddess by Aldous Huxley
  • - Thank you for Smoking by Charles Buckley
  • - Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke
  • - On The Road by Jack Kerouac
 I made mental notes to add them to my cart. And then just before I sat down, I found my old friends that always make me smile - the books by J.D. Salinger. There were Franny and Zooey, Raise the High Roof Beam Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction.And of course, the familiar cheeky stranger that steals your heart everytime you see it, Catcher in the Rye.

6. My friend and  I had bowls of subtle flavoured, warm and tasty congee. Then we sat and talked for a while. I was still hungry. So we tried out this other place called 'Sozo'. Gosh! It is lovely. It has Japanese street food and it was all so tasty! My friend had the chicken gyoza and I had a bowl of Tokyo ramen with fried tofu served on top. It was awesome!

7. The evening finished off with a safe, delightful ride back home, through Juhu, and it started raining. To see the raindrops fall on the windshield of the auto's windowpane is like seeing rhinestone get machine stitched onto plexiglass - surreal, beautiful, memorable. 

As far as Mondays go, this truly was perfect.

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