Lent and bird flu at the same time. Pretty much ensures that chicken remains a a distant gastronomic experience for the next 40 days. My overwhelming chicken lust died a very tame death over the past few weeks. I'm in shock. Butter chicken dosen't turn me on anymore :( No imminent plans of selling my soul for its shimmery fake red charms.
Oh yeah and I'm back. Home sickness hit a year and half late. Nagpur was jarring my nerves which have healed pretty well under a chocolate, warm blankie, food layered haze of home. College was weird this time around and I went through it like a zombie. Not just random sulking, try like a month of constant pms-ing.
Home is healing :)
This blog is dying. One needs to resurrect it (a thing that i keep thinking and fantasizing about but will never actually get down to doing.)
Will stop this pointless post now. Have better thingies to do.