I hate growing nails and am not a lot into colouring them. So the way a human has been fabricated; to grow nails does not sound appealing to me.
I wish that in the supply chain where genes, DNA and all that jazz come together after the "Oh so slow" process of evolution, nails get purged.

I understand that there are many out there who'd disagree with this ( Not the supply chain duh ), and like the whole manicured nail idea fascinating.

So I propose evolution to consider something like a one term basis where everyone is born with long nails ( default ) and people who do not like it can snip snip and....it never grows back!

Oh my God, I am a genius and I so love this post

This summer is super exhausting! Its not normal to feel super tired in the evening, especially when the day is filled with relaxed gossip with a friend, yummy lunch and sweet Indian tea.
Maybe with a 5 minute walk in blazing hot sun, with temperatures up to 40c, almost nil humidity and being thirsty for an hour can reverse all the exemplary value the day had earlier.
Summing up a mundane day, relaxed mid mornings and debilitated evenings.
.......cant wait to start school again

The intensity of the evening increases with a 4 mile bike ride!

The exaggeration for my coffee affliction has no bounds. I am not sure anymore if I like coffee or like the notion of being called a coffee addict! anyway, this confusion landed me with an espresso machine.

Don't get me wrong, I love this guy, he makes an amazing double shot espresso with steamed milk everyday in the morning for me which stops me from hitting the bed after Bala leaves at 7 in the morning!

Its just that somehow the enthusiasm for a story on coffee yet again does not fascinate me. Maybe, it was getting a little too boring anyway.

So I as of now, will leave my coffee stories alone for a while with a hope for something exciting to come along to replace it!

My vision for a summer semester off was ;

a. A vacation leading to a few extra pounds
b. Never ending cups of coffee so good that getting back to my morning dose here would seem suicidal

The perfect culmination then would be to relax after the vacation, an Espresso machine and a brand new bike : each for their respective obvious purpose.

Everything was going on just fine...Only somehow, everything I visualized fell in place and I
a. Had a vacation, easily gained weight
b. Had the most aromatic, death defyingly good coffee (my love for coffee can create strong adjectives)
c. Also somehow smooth talked Bala into buying bikes for both !

This talk is so special to me that I should make it a series, maybe.