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The grasshopper and the ant!!!!

-" Ki kore bari jaabo?"
- "Taxi !!!!"
- "Umph ! chakri nei abar taxi chora!"
It's the other way round now! What I used to say to Chibu gets boomeranged on me:((( 
Pradip was really concerned today about my lackadiasical attitude- despite his criticism that I am growing fat and wearing a mismatched outfit  and have almost lost my "class" he commented that  I am looking bright and happy! 
And why not? I decided to celebrate" life" after Baba's HUTT test, which was scary and a bit worrisome. But this is an attitude I inherited from my father- who believes that there is no tomorrow!
The Weekend with my hen gang is always therapeutic- Kaahini was rivetting! The food at CC&FC delectable and the adda rejuvinating! All in all it was  time well spent- some of it went shopping for music ( Thanks to Pradip I have a homework of brushing up my "class " in music with CDs on soft rock and what-not) and browsing for a pair of Platinum ear-ring:))) 
So I still cant bring myself to worry too much about my semi-unemployment or what I am going to do if I spend more time at home and have less money to spend !! May be I have become  like that  Grasshopper who enjoys spring with not a care for the winter!!!
Let me sing and dance while the ant slogs for a winter far away....I guess for a change Chibu will agree with me and say I have become "normal "by the way!!!

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