A few weeks ago, late on a Sunday night, I realised I hadn’t looked at my phone all day. Not once. I picked it up, pouted and said in an indiscriminate accent, ‘Ah, nobody love me.’ No texts, no missed calls. Nothing. I put the phone down, forgot about it and kept watching television. Later when I went to bed, I picked up the phone again to set the alarm and I saw a text message from Dad. I love you, it read.
fantastic card from lemonswithapea.
I haven’t meant to have a blogging hiatus. It just happened. And then I realised I had only posted once this month and I felt lazy. Lazier than usual. And then Naina kindly asked if I was taking a break and it felt nice to have someone go out of their way to ask where I was.
I have an idea for a post swimming around the murky waters of my mind but the words are being stubborn mules. They won’t come, no matter how I entice them. I’m working on it. I’ll bribe them with something. Drugs or alcohol or something (kidding) (about the drugs, not the alcohol).