I want him to take me to a remote village where there are lush green trees, cool breeze, sparkling lakes, and cows – or horses.
My Facebook status read something like that.
And Specs sent an IM, “What’s with the remote village and cows?”
Umm Travis sent a tweet, “I will come too, k?”
The thing is, I am simply overwhelmed by all the concrete and glass around me. As much as I love the country, it gets tiring to the senses. Perhaps it’s human nature to get bored and seek change. And no wonder everyone here gets paid annual leaves – you would crave for a change of view. The last time Masood and I vacationed was nine months ago, in India. No wonder I want to go away again; it’s been almost a year!
This overwhelming desire for a holiday is further fueled by the mandatory monthly mood swings. So I’ve been crying over the littlest, most insignificant things. Last night while cooking dinner, I accidentally dropped a few tomatoes and while picking them up from the kitchen floor, I started to cry. Later, Masood apologized for being too busy at work and not being able to spend time with me, and that made me cry too.
This morning when I got up to make some breakfast, I felt depressed not knowing what to cook. We decided on pancakes (boxed one which only requires to add milk, eggs and oil) so I prepared the batter. When I turned on the stove, I realized that we ran out of gas! I wanted to cry right then, but then thought that it’s much better this way: no gas, no cooking. We’ll eat out!
And because there was so much time (since I wasn’t cooking nor we were eating breakfast) I watched Disney’s Aladdin on Youtube and replayed A Whole New World a dozen times. Masood was kind enough to tolerate.
Then, we had a sumptuous breakfast at a restaurant near the office at 1 pm.
Oh, and Masood has promised to take me out of town soon, InshaAllah. I won’t disclose the location just it.
And in the meantime, I shall be content to feast my eyes on this picture I took when I visited Hyderabad, India …
I’d like to end this post with a valuable PMS survival guide:
Dangerous: “What’s for dinner?”
Safer: “Can I help you with dinner?”
Safest: “Where would you like to go for dinner?”