Once upon a time...

Once upon a time I had this strange habit of washing my clothes at two in the morning. I was not mentally deranged or anything, it was just that I worked the night shift those days and 2 AM on a weekend was not that late for me. A few years later one of my old roommates would often ask if I still had that habit.

Once upon a time I was so thin that my collarbones stuck out. We had a school T-shirt which we have to wear once a week (but it was not compulsory). I rarely wore it, instead went for the normal shirt+tie, which I believed hid my collarbones.

Once upon a time my friends and I went to see a Star Wars movie and all of us fell asleep at the theatre. I think they were showing The Phantom Menace then.

Once upon a time at Christmas a friend and I pinched and elbowed ourselves all through the service because the preacher could not pronounce Christmas, and instead said “Hri-ma”.

Once upon a time a friend borrowed one rupee from me and I did not let her forget it.

Once upon a time my hostel roommate and I buried ourselves under the blanket, shaking with laughter. We found it funny that a fat roommate named Hema was oblivious to the fact that we called her Mahe behind her back and made jokes about her size.

Once upon a time I believed that all stories begin with “Once upon a time”.

Once upon a time I would read books before sleeping. Now I update myself with what my friends and their friends are doing and then go to sleep.

Once upon a time my friends and I packed ourselves in a friend’s car and went for a ride, singing many songs, out of which the only song I can remember now is “Baby you can drive my car”.

Once upon a time a friend and I would pretend that we were giants who lived in a snow-filled world.

Once upon a time I could sit down and without trying very hard write a blog post in 1, 2, 3.

Once upon a time a friend and I went searching for “Badam Ghar” (we were told that was the name). Turned out the actual name was Almond House (it was a sweet shop).

Once upon a time I could never make new friends easily. Things haven’t changed much.

Once upon a time I bought a lot of books which looked interesting. Many of them remain unread.

Once upon a time I decided I would be a great novelist and started a serial-type story in a new blog. Long story short, serial remains unfinished, writer busy with other things. (Also she ran out of ideas and was too lazy to pick up where she left).

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They weren't not in love. It's just that the subject, as such, never really came up. It kind of loomed over them like a blissfully stupid cloud. The love cloud

                              Guaranteed to rain on your brain, 'til you're
                              moanin' with seratonin

Maybe what was happening was that they were in love with the idea of being in love. But that's still love right? Instead of loving each other they loved an idea. An aspiration. A wish. The other person was more or less of an afterthought. Somewhat expendable, or at the very least, interchangeable.

                               I love that you make me feel like I'm in love.
                              You, on the other hand, I can take or 
                               leave.

Of course, it was just a matter of time before the truth of each other, the hard fact of their unique selfness, their one-of-a-kind snow-flakiness, became unavoidable.

                               I may be a broken toy but you are a 
                              Chinese crib factory that uses lead paint.

 Saying goodbye in these circumstances is always very awkward.

                              "I just had your car towed."
                              "That's okay, those Flip videos I said I erased
                               are now on the Internet."

Outs

• Phone bill
• Power bill
• Water Bill
• Internet Bill
• Kohhran thawhlawm ip
• KTP thawhlawm ip
• Kohhran hmeichhe thawhlawm ip
• Ramthar
• Faith Promise
• LPS
• Zonet
• Vanglaini
• Zozam Times
• Times of India
• Makedonia
• Zalen
• Zanlai Au Aw
• Hriselna
• Kristian Thalai
• Agape
• Runlum
• MUP Tlangau
• Consumer Chhantu
• Civil Pensioner
• YMA chanchinbu
• Petrol

Tutorial: How to kill a mosquito while half asleep

Scenario One:  You are in bed, safe inside a mosquito net, or so you thought. You discover that an overzealous mosquito is trapped inside and is now flying around. You know you are going to be victimised sooner or later.

Solution: Switch on your mobile phone. The mosquito will be attracted by the light and will land on your mobile screen, at which point you will easily squash it and sleep peacefully.

Scenario Two:  You are asleep, and are woken by a mosquito buzzing around your head. You know that the fellow is going to attack you.

Solution: Cover yourself completely, except for the face and one hand. Keep your hand close to the face. Mosquito will land somewhere on your face, with lightning reflexes you hit it and sleep peacefully. If you miss it, you will have slapped yourself unnecessarily. Hehehe.

Scenario Three: It is dark. A mosquito is playing tag with you, and you cannot catch it.

Solution: Get up, switch all the lights on. If it leaves the room, that'll be the end of it. You will not look for it, you will not pursue it. But if it doesn't, you will look for it, you will find it, and you will kill it.  

Scenario Four: You are unimaginative.

Solution: Buy All Out, plug it in, switch it on, go to sleep. Khallas!