If I have been silent for a few days, it was only because a few things at work and at life kept me occupied.
Since mid of April, I have managed the following....
- finished 3 books based in 3 different countries (White Tiger, An Artist of the Floating World, Garlic and Sapphires and am half way through the fourth one (one I have blogged about, the two others I wanted to write about but found that Parmanu had stolen his book back, I have just repicked up the fourth one about the coffee)
- finished a part of the painting and hung it up in the kitchen wall... the part I painted it looks like a patchwork quilt but I am inspired by the contemporary art exhibition I visited last weekend to put up strange concepts even if the painting does not look professional enough (yes, there is a pending post on that too as soon as I get the pictures out of Parmanu's camera)
- hosted brunch for 50 people
- set up a group for weinfest visit in the Pflaz on May 2-nd
- had people over for dinner last weekend
and finally, I ate like crazy and gained 4 kilos and I am not joking here. Whatever seems to happen I cannot seem to stop eating. Now I am sitting on the chair after a light dinner of chocolate milk and fruit after which I felt hungry and so had a heavy dinner of chicken curry, rice and pickle - there went all my resolutions not to eat!
To finish off, let me reply to Nancy's tag before she gives up on me. I have to write about something that comes to my mind with numbers one to 10.
- 1 - 1 rupee coin - my pocket money for many years given to me only on the Vishu day
- 2 - trying to pronounce "deux" on late evening and subsequently many days after and still not knowing how to actually say it
- 3 - the number of children one of my grandmothers had
- 4 - 4-th Std when I won the best girl child artist of Kerala award after which I stopped painting actively except cards to relatives for the next 2 years
- 5 - number of handbags I had before I bought the last 2 and got one more free
- 6 - my age when my material grandmother died - the events stand out so vividly
- 7 - the number I had to relearn how to write after coming to Europe so as not to confuse with 1 - Europeans write it with a dash in the middle
- 8 - the maximum number of years I have had a home in a place which I visit at least every other weekend - the one in Germany - beaten only by Chennai (and even there we shifted apartments in between) - the average before that has been 2.5 years - a true vagabond! perhaps that explains my two year itch
- 9 - 3*3
- 10 - the number of years I have been married.