row, row, row your boat; gently down the street...

A day with your old friends is like a day with your old self. Not the self you wanted to outgrow, or the self you can’t wait to get rid of, or that self full of angst and hate and teen-ridden anxiety... but that version of you that somehow drew these fairly-cool people into adding you into the circle of people they allow to share themselves to. And you share yourself in return. And though time and distance may get between you along with several un-replied to text messages and unending game of tag in social media, when you are with your friends, there’s a certain feeling of home.

So the past weekend has been an unending parade of rain. And unlike most people who were wise enough to stay home, I feel like i went everywhere with where the winds go. Note to self: no matter how desperate you are for a run, going 2 hours away while a tropical depression is in the country is never a good idea. No matter what Boom says.

So the last Saturday morning, I was up with the sun that didn’t really rise to indulge a friend’s running enthusiasm to get to a place near the ocean to eventually watch trees sway with the wind and catch a raindrops falling from almost every direction. We were witness to different levels of flood in different parts of the metro (thankfully, none reaching mid calf and that we were always somewhere a little drier). I came home like a drowned cat and with an incomplete story to tell – all primers, no plot. We achieved nothing that day.

Yesterday was curry and roti day. It was fun to hang out with Saberdey Buklab especially with how little we actually see each other these days. I don’t think I’m the only one who misses hanging out every Saturday in Booksale to hoard, exchange and talk about books over a cup of coffee and watch the sun set and stars appear in the fortified walls of Intramuros. Sometimes it sucks growing up. Anyway, I learned to make roti and realized how insanely fast kids actually grow when you’re not looking.

making bread with robin

well, she's not yet big enough to fit under the table...