2002-06-16 | 12:02 a.m.
raindrops keep falling on my....tongue?

So. My throat hurts. My eyes are sore. And I just had a violent sneezing fit.This doesn't look good at all. It's the summer-to-monsoon-change-in-weather virus,I bet. Yes,the monsoons have started full-scale. The unidentified flying creatures have invaded my beautiful home, and consequently, unidentified red bumps have invaded my arms and legs. Woo hoo. I love the monsoons. No,really. The pregnant skies, the smell of the freshly sodden earth, the warm breeze...and rain!!! And err...water levels so high that I have to roll my jeans up. I love Bombay dearly.

About piercing my nose, Meg, I'm not worried about the needle nor my mum. I'm sure my cartiledge piercing is more painful; my mother wears a nose stud herself and plus, it's a pretty traditional Indian thing to do. What *I* am worried about is it looking weird on me. And also, I'm allergic to studs. I'm not so sure about a ring even if it is tiny.

Okay,the phone just rang. It was the 'out-of-city-but-within-country' ring, and Mama told me it was for me. I couldn't for the life of me figure out who it would be. I mean,it's almost midnight, for Chrissakes. Besides,I don't know anyone who lives outside Bombay, but in India. Or well,I do but I just didn't think of him. It was Akshay. He's coming to Bombay on Wednesday and asked me to meet him for lunch. My first instinct was to say I definitely would. But as I remembered what happened the last time I went to meet him, I told him I was feeling sick and immediately got off the phone. I can't shake off the feeling now. I can't take a train to Churchgate and I most definitely can't take a cab from there to Colaba.I can't. I just can't . Even the thought makes me want to throw up. It's been exactly a year and I survived. Nasty old man is still out there somewhere. Lurking behind wrinkles and ostensible frailness. Smiling and thanking young girls for allowing him to jerk off, while their frigid bodies slowly die. Yeah,he's still out there and that is very possibly my fault.

Oh dear God,I feel sick...

deja vu? | jamais vu?