Tuesday, July 22, 2008

My mother is coming into her own.
New friends are creeping out of dark corners and they talk about people like them with weirder stories.I can hear her 'oooh' and 'hawww' and 'waqai?' downstairs like there's no tomorrow.Uh-oh, heard her put the phone down. Time for 'ZAHRA! Idhar aao tumhe barri mazay ki baat sunaoon!', which in actuality is not at all 'mazay' ki, its just me witnessing what I'm going to be like at 59.

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