Wicked Woman, KG

KG’s losing the wicked streak in her and getting all soppy. Notice how she hasn’t churned one fun post in the last so many months? Naheeeeeeeeeeeeeen!

So I’ve decided to let my wicked genes take over on Friday. I can’t afford being gloomy today. No no. Even if it looks like someone’s painted the town grey. An ugly shade of grey. So today I bring to you two terribly wicked things I did, but never revealed it to the victim of my wickedness.

At a you-gimme-the-heebie-jeebies-if-you-sit-on-my-sofa person’s home (WTF, really. You have a sofa, so I will sit. But trust you me, I still encounter such people. There is one right here in Sydney.) I saw a little tear on the sofa’s side. Not conspicuous at all. Very tiny tear. Like a hole. So very casually put in one of my fingers and then another and rrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiipp. I tore it. Of course the person wasn’t around. But I did it. Heeeeehawwwww. I felt terrible later. But today when i think of it I can’t stop laughing at my puerile behaviour. Well, she is still a darling. So what if she still doesn’t let me sit on her sofa. :D . No. she doesn’t read this space.

Second one- I was at a very close friend’s place in Hyderabad. I was spending the night there. I was pregnant then. I went into the shower to take a bath, and like all the showers in Hyderabad the excess salt in the water had clogged the shower holes. I looked around for a pin, but couldn’t find one. So I guilelessly picked up my friend’s toothbrush and scrubbed the shower clean. :D. And as innocently put it back into the toothbrush mug. Haven’t told her yet. And I know she doesn’t read this space all that ardently. I should have told her when I met her this time. Will tell her today. :D

I have plenty more to share, but I know I should do that only at the cost of losing my readers.