I am getting lazy again. I have so much to let off my chest but I am lazy to type. Lazy, lazy, lazy. Did I mention this? I am going to Galle over the weekend for the Literary Festival. Can't wait. Whenever I get excited about anything, I start making lists and plans. Weird habit I have but it settles my mind. I love travelling. Love getting out of the house. My mom refers to me as a "Border", says I come home just to sleep & put on clean clothes. In a way thats true. I hate sitting at home. Not exactly a family person. Hate all sorts of family gatherings, especially weddings. Being a bohra & part of such an enormous family there are many, many family functions. I mainly dislike them so much cos we arent allowed to just relax. I am one of the older ones in our bunch of cousins so its my duty to look after the 20 odd little ones. And cos I am older the them, I have to set an example. Even what I wear is noted & commented upon. I love them every one of my seven aunts and 21 cousins, they are amazing fun. Its just that I cant understand why they need to talk about you all the time.
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