Dance camp, Christmas, New Year’s Eve, my birthday, meeting friends, everything is over. Moreover, I even finished watching all seasons I could find of 24! (It had become a part of my life. Jack Bauer, Tony, Michelle were like family to me. Too bad many of them are now dead.) There’s nothing to look forward to anymore. No! I was not waiting for the semester to start.
Dance camp was tiring but again, waking up early in the morning feels great when you know you are going to spend the rest of the day learning different genres, dancing to the imagination of the one person who have never met before, sweating, losing a few grams of that fat, chatting (okay, this was not really what I woke up for!).
Christmas was awaited for some reason. No I didn’t exactly think that Santa Claus is going to ride till my room and empty his bag of gifts on my bed and arrange a little party just for me, I just didn’t want to go out anywhere. 24 was my friend.
New Year’s Eve was happening. For all those who think that having a dance party with no age bar whatsoever (2-60 yrs) cannot possibly be fun, I challenge you to spend one 31st Dec night in
My birthday, again an extremely awaited event, did not disappoint me in disappointing me. I had guessed there won’t be much to do other than spending the day with maa, sister, Mishti and the most adorable pups. Half the day went cooking/watching television/internet-ing and the rest of the day went taking care of the pups. Leave them alone for ten minutes and they can actually kill each other! I cannot even try to explain the pleasing sight of them playing, running after each other, biting the other all over, barking, and whining.
Feels nice to be back to
No comments:
Post a Comment