Whole day in the office yesterday was crazy for me. I was mad at one of my colleagues because she said that she never read any of my e-mails because she is always busy. I was like what??? Does she thinks her work is only important & my work is not important?? Is it not rude when you say to someone on their face that you are not reading their emails because she is busy & she will read the emails of her own group only, even though the subject says “Please read, important instructions”? ? And then later she will be running to me to ask about the same thing which has already been explained in email.. Phew!!
Afternoon I spend on phone with one of our suppliers who has increased the prices without even letting us know & we were paying him heaps more for months. Why he did not inform us? He reduced the price when I calledhim first but not much. Again I called & again he reduced the prices, so why can’t he reduce it in the first place only, why taking up my time & eating my head?? Grrrr….
I had bought some Bananas and a Rock melon in the morning, while on my way to the office. As soon as the clock strucks five in the evening, I don’t know what happens, my mind stops thinking about anything else other than that I have to catch the express train so that I can meet PK jaldi jaldi & in all this, I forgot to take the fruits with me, they are still lying on the empty desk near me & the smell of this ripen Rock melon is like Oh God… I cannot wait to go home & cut it and eat it… But why I forgot to take them yesterday??? 😦
OK then, as it was Thursday, a long shopping day here, I wanted to go for some retail therapy and have dinner outside & relax myself but PK had something else in mind, he came to pick me up in his summer shorts & T-shirt, not at all in the mood to go out, he just wanted to relax at home. So, I made an excuse to buy some yoghurt from Indian supermarket, so that I can browse on some aisles and at least do some grocery shopping if I can’t go for other retail therapy 😉
PK saw some Dal-wada mix there & asked me to prepare it at home, since he loves Dal-wada and he use to eat them near his college in Ahmedabad, he was very excited. I cannot say no to him when I see him very happy or excited for something. So, we reached home, I relaxed for 10 minutes & went to the kitchen only to find out that the kitchen sink is a mess with dirty dishes, it is stinking because BIL has again not done his duty for 2 days. So, we keep on cooking & cooking, everyone keeps on eating & eating & taking lunch but no one wants to do dishes 😦
I quickly washed only our lunch boxes for next day, mean while PK was chopping onions, green chillies & garlic. I fried green chillies, made the batter for Dal-wada, fried first batch & it came out too oily.
Fried second batch… again it was so oily & then the third batch was the same, so I got upset. We cannot eat these for dinner, the oil was literally dripping from them. I had no other option other than to throw away the leftover batter 😦
Then I suddenly realized that I had roasted the Eggplants a day before for making Baigan Bhartha. I opened the oven, praying to God to please save those Eggplants & don’t let them go bad and…. they looked OK. I was relieved because I don’t like to waste food. So, I prepared Baigan Bhartha, by the time it was 8.45 already. I was so angry because of tiredness. PK kept saying Sorry, he was feeling guilty that I got tired because of his demand to eat Dal-wada with green chillies & onions.
I did not even had energy to eat the dinner, so I cleaned the kitchen quickly & came in the bed-room. I was not able to sleep either because of tiredness or may be because my mind was still running thousand miles a minute. I was not able to relax, I felt that I still have a lot of things to do before going to sleep, you know how we feel after doing back to back non-stop work. PK saw this and asked me to eat something. So, he bought some Baigan Bhartha with Lebanese bread & gave me the plate.
Me: Will you not feed me today? I am very tired.
PK: I am tired too baby, sorry… please eat yourself I will bring water for you.
After eating 2 bites, I was not able to eat, tears started rolling out, I wiped them quickly, PK entered the room with water bottle in his hand. I returned the plate to PK saying I don’t want to eat. PK just sat next to me & cuddled me in his arms. Before he says anything I started crying again. PK hugged me, kissed me & kept on apologizing, he was really feeling sorry.
Then he kept teasing me on how I go red when I am crying and how he likes me even though I look messy with my crazy hair and red nose & just made me laugh with his silly jokes. He asked few questions like what will I wear tomorrow to the office since it is Friday, where do I want to go for dinner, what I want to do for weekend??
And in all this, I did not even realized that PK has fed me all the dinner & also he had made me feel relaxed, my mind was now in sane condition. We chatted for a while & then he made me go to sleep by patting me & caressing me.
I would have really gone mad if PK did not knew this magic on how to relax my mind & how to bring be back to mentally stable condition 🙂