Akemi.died.of.flaws: When it comes to love, Mom's the word

My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but i think she enjoyed it.
- Mark Twain

*Sigh* i miss my home. And the monsoon season just makes thing gloomier and makes me nostalgic about rains back in the hills.

Frankly this whole 'shacking on your own' business is very hyped, really. Well...there are some good things like late night parties which stretch on till the wee morning hours and you can fall on your bed reeking of alcohol and cigarettes, the junk food bingeing and the no-holds-barred (and VERY addictive) online shopping sprees. But there are also times when you smoke endless cigarettes to calm down those nagging menstrual cramps just because you forgot to buy Midol or other painkiller, when you are facing a bitchy colleague, filthy roommate or a heart break and all you need is to bury your head in mom's lap and cry out your heart or times when you REALLY miss the urge to fight with your sibling just to feel normal.

Adding to that, i seem to have lost and forgotten my tongue, apparently there is no one who speaks Nepali in this side of the globe. So, so far i have been totally exploiting my ambiguous appearance and identity to gain small favours from the local shopkeepers, traffic policemen and other, it is quite funny actually.

Anyway i shall try not to be a whiny woman.

The best medicine in the world is a mother's kiss.

- Anonymous

So here are a few pictures taken over the week. i found the greatest cook here and his cooking massages my heart, taking away the homesickness. His name is Jose, that is pronounced in a million different ways in our office from Ho-Zay to Jo- Say and others, well...India does always promise diversity. He doesn't seem to mind in the very least and goes around whipping up divine food in Cochin Cafe's (that's his restaurant's name) that massages hearts.