The tale of the undone eyebrows

Each time I peep into the mirror, I end up feeling sorry for the kids around me. I know I make a scary picture. I haven’t had a chance to thread my eye brows for a very long time now. Probably I should just put myself in a cage in the zoo. Even if a few people are intrigued by the queer creature they see, I’d make some money. Perhaps. Mint of course, fails to understand what the uproar is all about. He doesn’t think the few stray hair above my eyes make a big difference to the way I look. But what does he, a mere man know or understand?

So I have always been complaining about the thickness of my eyebrows, how quickly they grow and how often I need to fix them. Looks like this has been the story of my life. I am copying a post from my old blog.

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Its one of those posts where I just can’t think of a fitting title. So I shall let myself mumble, however disconnected and unclear it is.

I miss home. By home, I mean India. The food, the heat, the chaos, the pampering, the madness, everything. Every time I realise that my parents and my family are so far away, I get trapped in a whirlwind of confounding thoughts. Will we ever move back? If we will, when will we? Am I sure that is a good idea indeed? Are my parents and close family members alright? Every time my parents tell me my grand mom is not doing too well, I am filled with despair. What if I don’t see her again? At the back of my mind I know, we’re not leaving this country for the next 5 years at least. Is that too long? What if I change my mind later and don’t wanna move back myself? Will I regret my choices later?

We’ve to make some tough decisions soon. Right now, we’re caught in way too many tangles. Visa issues, careers, long term plans, other goals and preferences, etc. Its exhausting.

But then, life is good too. We had a fun weekend. The weather was perfect and we went boating. Did grocery and then packed some Vietnamese dinner. We also bought this bottle of bourbon whiskey infused with real honey. Both of us thought the sweet, smooth taste was mind blowingly good. So the plan next weekend is to sit back and, um, get drunk. My favourite part of the weekend was the ride I got in the shopping cart while doing the grocery. I just stood behind, at the edge of the cart and enjoyed the ride Mint gave me. What fun! He was even nice enough to say he wasn’t tired after all the pushing. Or maybe its one of the few advantages of being the skinny mini person I am and have always been. And he told me people were smiling at us only cos they thought it was cute. Not for any other reason. He surely knows how to please me and keep the insane brat in me alive.

I am married!

I am married! I’ve been married for a month and a half now. And it still hasn’t hit me yet. Or him. The ceremony and the festivities were just some events thrown in the midst of our lives and after that – we were declared married! The hard hitting realisation hasn’t occurred yet. We both don’t feel ‘married’. We don’t feel any different at all. I take that as a good sign.

So we got married on the 25th of March. I spent 2 weeks with the in laws in Chennai and now its been almost a month since I came to my new home in the US. There are a lot of things I like about my new life and the new place I live in:

– The house has a bathtub. No big deal for most people. But for a person who grew up in tiny apartments in Bombay, where bathrooms were nothing more than a hole in the wall, a bathtub is definitely a luxury. Of course, the range of luxurious bath and body products (my welcome gift!) just add to the whole bathing experience.

– The hot car that I get to ride in. It is a racy red. I love the car and now that we’re married, I can peacefully lay claim on it.

– I love the fact that you can just step out to do grocery at 2 am or 3 am or at whatever time you please. Be it night or day. For erratic people like us, its the perfect place.

– Living with Mint. There is nothing better than that. Period.

And then of course, there are things I don’t like, but that’s another post 🙂