i am getting married...

... to a nice gujju girl, who will cook nice yummy food. She will press my feet and ask me nice questions. Never shout. Never be in the way. And she will clean the house too...
(And in another minute I will wake up and realise that good feminists arent supposed to talk like this)
sigh.
ok got to go clear up the kitchen. You do realise how hard i have to work, doing everything by myself, and not a word of gratitude. And these feet that are hardening, what about them eh? So i can't even fantasise about a hardworking wife instead... grumble grumble.

i walk the line

Had a horrible quarrel with mom last night. I don't think things will ever be fine between us. I never really worried about her till about a few years ago. And suddenly, she takes up most of attention - what she does and what she doesn't, what she says when she is angry and what she says when she is crying.
She isn't the only 'difficult' person I know. By difficult I mean someone who won't ask for help.
Who will drag everybody down becuase of some martyr complex.