Now, I realize that everything we say is political. But I learnt this first-hand that day. As soon as I uttered the word 'busy', she pounced on me, as if this was what she was waiting for. And then it's her turn to spout gyaan. She says, "You think you're the only one who's busy? The rest of us don't have any work or what?".
I was taken aback. When I said 'busy', I meant 'preoccupied'. There wasn't any malice. But I've learnt my lesson. If you want to know why I haven't written in a while, go ahead and ask me. I'll tell you that my time management skills suck. Fair enough?
Moving on, I'd like to thank a certain Mr. Raj Thackeray for graciously consenting to let me retain my blog in English. I had to convince him that my blog was not a commercial enterprise and hence, it did not require a Marathi name board. He thought it over and told me that it was okay. So, everything's fine. My limbs are intact. My house is still in one piece. Life's good.
Friends are over now. Gotta scoot. Will come back. And that's a threat.
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