Saturday, May 19, 2012

Words don't come easy

I read in a blog that sometimes words come as easily as bunnies in a field, while other times it's like plucking the teeth from a rabid dog's mouth. I'm staring into the maws of the brute right now. It's stupid how it's so hard to pick up where you left and start writing again when you're rusty. I guess like all good things, it needs practice. That whole 'you need to work on something for 10,000 hours before you're really good at it' thing might actually be true. Damn.

Moving on, I've had a busy month. Apart from work, I was part of a beach cleanup and a wedding. Both of them rocked. The beach cleanup was messy and sweaty and fun. And incredibly satisfying when you look at what a difference you've made. I was completely beat when I got back home. It was great.

The wedding was also very cool because for the first time, I wore a dress. It's all very well saying saris are traditional, ethnic and beautiful. I agree, but I'll always be more of a dress person. Saris are for women who know how to drape and can manage to look graceful and non-klutzy in them. I possess none of these desirable qualities. I was thrilled to be wearing a simple dress to an Indian wedding. I really hope the trend catches on.

More importantly, the church was gorgeous and the reception was fun. The bride and groom looked fabulous!  There was a classy, minimalist feel to the whole affair, there weren't too many guests (rare in a South Indian wedding) and you could tell that people were enjoying themselves. I'm not usually a wedding person, but this one gets a double thumbs-up.

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