Promising Whispers..

I am all set to relax my aching bones. Two months of fun and fervour. My mom has been looking forward to see her grandchildren for more than a month now. And of course, she is zealously waiting for my arrival too. But now I am thinking of giving her an ultimatum… Every time my feet touch my home ground, the first thing she will comment is about my shape. “Oh, she has become fatter!” she would exclaim, even though I’d had been standing on my head for a couple of months and had shed a few kilos! “She needs to go on a diet”, she would then announce. That means no Sapphire biriyani, and no beef fry from Jos Hotel. I really don’t understand what goes on in peoples’ minds. Why is it considered acceptable to comment on others’ weights? I have been subjected to this, starting from when I was younger. Last week, a family friend, having a nice look at my waist (I strongly believe he was ogling ;) ) commented that I should eat more. Strings of yummy mixed noodles were hanging out from my mouth at that time, and so, I couldn’t retort with a witty comeback... but I could see the look in my husband’s face. I wanted to take a swing..!

Jos Hotel… that is where you get the best beef fry in Thrissur. And Sapphire is where you get mouth watering delicious Kozhikodan Biriyani. One should never miss both while you are in Thrissur. A movie in Ragam, (now the name is changed to some chettan’s Ragam. Somehow the sound is not just right. It is like my pencil, your pencil… like you are going to someone else’s house to watch a movie. Should have changed it to Thrissurians’ Ragam. He should have thought something from outside the box. Imagine asking your friend to come for a cinema at XYZ’s theatre…) biriyani from Saphire, and a light stroll through Thekkinkad... You will be refreshed… and revived too. A rendezvous with Vadakkunnathan early in the morning recharges your battery.

Has anyone had a drive in the Thrissur-Guruvayoor road at 20km speed? We have enjoyed that too. Amidst the busy traffic, with the never ending lines of buses, lorries and other vehicles, imagine you driving slowly at 20km speed.. The irate horn of the other motorists would excite you more, making you slash the speed further down. I swear, it is fun.. Just have a try!

I can see my husband sending daggers in my direction. I have been typing and erasing in this blog for a long time now. I know he’d be thinking that I am chatting with someone, so fast and furiously… fingers are flying over the keys in supersonic speed. Piles of clothes lie before me waiting to have their place in the suitcases which are still unopened. And I have an afternoon flight to catch… Have promises to keep before I sleep too……