Please let me tell you about the cat that followed me home last night. Cuddled, climbed on the bed. Nosied around. Refused food. Cuddled some more. And then left.
My boss called me out for sending an email in pink text. I thought it was cute. He said it’s not professional. We discussed this for ten minutes, before I gave up. This is what senior management looks like.
This Man got me one more plant. Despite the fact that I’ve almost murdered the last one he gave me. And he teases me mercilessly about being a plant murderer. But I like plants. So he got me one more. This quiet faith is devastating. How not to fall in love? 😭
I’m convinced Mumbai has two kinds of rickshaw drivers. The ones who believe they know better than GPS, and the ones who think google Maps is God. Always pick the former.