AbsurdAnce!

I am going to record a story that can be used to embarrass and humiliate me to the ends of the earth. Let us all take a moment to appreciate my bravado in committing this to the never-forgetting dark world of the internet. That too, in my own words. Here goes. It was a school day and I was back home after another set of repetitions of "Good Morniiiiiiiing Teacher" and "Thank Youuuuu Teacher". Those were the days when I thought 'Sit straight' was 'Six Rate' and 'Thorough' was 'Tharo' - something as firm as the ground (thara) - and we should learn everything 'tharoly'/firmly. Among those unalterable beliefs, was another one. There was no need to take bath everyday. Unfortunately no one else in my family shared any of those beliefs. So, on that fateful evening, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I decided to shut myself up so that they cannot make me take bath. And the ever so smart me found the perfect place to ...

On my way back from office today, I saw a man crossing the road. He was standing on the divider and the thing that caught my attention was his blazer. It was velvet! I will admit that this is not the first time I am seeing a velvet blazer but this was surely the first time it ended up triggering a lot of memories. You see, I owned a velvet dress once. Once as in, some 20 years back. It was a dark shade, not black, not brown but something which is a mix of both these colours. There probably exists a unique name for that colour but I have no clue what it is. It was gifted by my cousin I think. Probably the eldest one, who was our source of exotic clothes and unheard-of books (Harry Potter being a prime example!). It was a straight cut plain dress made of brown/black (?) velvet. That's it. End of story. No sequins. No embroidery. No embellishments. Nothing. When I wore it for the first time, I felt like I was wearing the shed skin of a snake. And, I was so skinny that I probably ...