Raindrops keep fallin' on my head...

So you'd think I'd be happy (at long, long last!) if it rained in Madras, right?
So wrong.

Not searching for an excuse to moan at the big bad world.

Imagine a toothache/massive sinusitis, dirty rain water splashed by a presumably-blind motorcyclist on your patialas and handling 3 pregnant women in one morning.

Currently going through a writer's/thinker's block. Also I am not at the heights of mania or depths of depression, and hence obviously can't write. (Yes, Hemingway is one of my favourite role-plays).
And it's been a while since I've communicated in English. The day when I start thinking in Tamil is not far off. God forbid.

And all I can humanly blog about are theetu, maasam, "menses", mala and kannu theriya kabodhi.
*Shudder*
So I won't. Blog, I meant.

Sooner, than Later. But mostly, Later, y'all.