I stood before the kitchen counter staring at my honey stained hands.Should I lick it off or wipe it on my jeans?The latter would literally get ants in my pants but it was just so...convienent.Perhaps I could walk over to the other side of the room and grab the kitchen towels like a civilized well bred 'convent educated' (as my mother would like to put it) girl.But the requirement of walking ten steps made it a rather onerous task.Life is filled with decisions.Big and small.Choose it according to the number of steps you have to take.Smaller the better.

Mother blogger and co. visited a few days back.Janani was absolutely delightful.Up until the part when we were making a sorry excuse for a sandcastle at the beach.My explanation for the construction of a moat fell deaf on her three year old years and instead, she gleefully threw a handful of sand on me."Oopsy Daisy!" she said in her adorable little British accent.She then continued to demolish the entire castle(If you could call the clumpy mound of sand that) with a long sweep of her small hands.Her fascination for throwing sand and watching my face contort into an ugly mortified expression grew by the second and there I sat.In five minutes.The human sandcastle.

I learnt that day that I would be a terrible mother.I couldn't explain to her why she couldn't remove her shoes and roll in the sand like the street urchins.Nor explain why they didn't have shoes.I tried to explain to her the stones would poke her tiny feet in vain and in a fit of frustration asked her to remove it and let her walk barefoot hoping she would stamp a stone and learn a lesson.I had forgotten she was barely three.I learnt that I would choose a whining dog over a crying baby.And my dogs were more my family than family itself.

I just got back from college where a more advanced version of 'Art and Craft Exhibition' that we had in school is being held.'Open house' they call it.Last year, charts and models were seen by third standard corporation students.The poor things.What would they have understood about 'genetic engineering' and 'immunology'?But then again..S.R.M is S.R.M and we do things differently.We left at ten ten.And I'm home after two buses, one pepsi and two share autos at twelve ten.

Has anyone noticed that the pebbles in the garden that magically appeared before the governer's visit has magically disappeared!We should have flicked them when we had the chance Fatty!Damn...