Can't stop being happy ;)

I'm extremely fond of কে প্রথম কাছে এসেছি... I lose myself whenever I hear that song. Actually, more than anything else, I can probably be described as a Lata Mangeshkar fan.

And, I still love it when it rains... these days though, it is always accompanied with the worry that my puppies would be getting wet somewhere. They behave like grown ups nowadays, and seldom visit us except when it is their meal time. And how it is raining this year... incessant seems to be the only apt word.

Life's good as usual - got my nose pierced, and I look quite trendy in the nose stud. Fought a quite feisty battle against Domino's this time, got into a war of words with a stupid bong (why are all bong men like this? You can try singing "golu molu unsmart buddhu sa" in the tune of the Chachi 420 song "dauda dauda bhaaga bhaaga sa") and then taught him a good enough lesson with the help of a certain sweetie pie ACP (on the verge of his retirement, mind you - I am so so fond of the previous generation of bong men) -  did a lot of campaign on social media (read Facebook - what a show off place man... ahem!) - and finally obtained some well deserved compensation money.

Facebook hurts a lot - at times it tells you on your face that things you believe to be true are actually false - you might have lost a friend, yet still think that you mattered in her life once upon a time, Facebook tells you without twisting words that it's a different world than the one you dream of. Okay then, let the world be convinced that I am a selfish girl, I am also happy being unsocial. And yes, I don't need prejudiced people in the name of friends.

And despite these things, what is it that makes me happy? The happiness of reading Poirot, probably my favorite fictional character besides Miss Marple - when I start off my day by reading a few pages of some Poirot book, it feels as delicious as if I am drinking lukewarm coffee slightly flavored with chocolate. Watched Saathiya yesterday. Something that gets me equally excited is when I dream of my sexy, pampering, enigmatic husband (I actually see him in my dreams - it's not day dreaming). He is quite removed from his original avatar of honest, scholarly, musical type. I quite like those dreams :)

Love the friends and relatives who support and appreciate me all the time, even though I don't deserve so much love and will probably not give it back to them. Can't tell in so many words, but they are the reason I live. I am often apprehensive, no more so sure that I shall live a healthy life till I am 90, often I stare at death, feel this urge to live all the more, wear all my colorful dresses and look pretty... just try to make the most of it so long as it lasts... Tomorrow is another day!