Mangoes, swim-suit, silent conversation

She came back from Kolkata after almost two months, and brought the first swim-suit she had as a two-month old . . . memories are sweet as pakka mango sometimes!

One of the two deadlines that I had for tomorrow got an extension of 14 days. Co-author and friend pitched in with an unexpected contribution to the paper we are writing.

Maa sent box-full of a variety of home cooked meal, and Kakima sent patishapta. But the pulao and chana I cooked turned out good, and her highness liked it :)

The lil girl next-door and I had a deep conversation, though I couldn’t understand a word of what she said. Words are so redundant sometimes.

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