Enter Khal

There's a new blogger on the block whose blog is as wonderful (read, a riot) as he is . Well... almost :) Took me by surprise, and then I spent the whole of Sunday laughing at his posts. Well, it could also be because I could so easily picture him saying all that he writes. Go enjoy, you are guaranteed fun, I promise.

Scrumptious dinner, divine liquor. And that is all the description I can manage at the moment. Don't want to let this day go. One of those rare ones where things are just what they should be, not perfect or anywhere near, but just so. But its midnight already. Goodnight.

Another small drop

In the midst of running out of the house every morning with barely a cuppa coffee, to missed lunches, grabbing whatever food comes your way, phone calls saying that you will be late coming home yet again. Amongst everyday frustrations on how the nitty-gritties of work can overshadow the real purpose of it, somehow something good does happen. And it all shows in this woman's smile, and yours at the end of a trip to Congo.

And now its back to work again. Another crisis on its way, and I strongly suspect you like this running in the face of probable solutions.

And as I am writing this, I realize that the tone sounds restrained, but then no one sees this wide smile on my face and quiet pride in my heart as I type this note for you.