#mga writes

Like people struggle with an after-party hangover, you will have to hustle to finish up the work files piled at the end of the year. Well, thanks to the remote working possibility, we can at least pick the places of work. Roonie and I like to spend time without ever hampering our work lives, yeah this may sound funny, but our beloved ones want the best of us, right?. On weekdays it's hard to find time for us, mainly occupied with work but when we feel like meeting we would just send a single word message the way you communicate with a pager machine, and all it says is, 'work date'. The good thing about modern restaurants and cafes is that you could spend hours just paying bills for a sip of a coffee, in contrast to our traditional hotels where the waiter would stare at you, wanting you to leave the place when you ask for the extra chutney. But, of course, that coffee costs a fortune; no wonder entrepreneurs made a business model out of it, but in the end, convenience matte

Earth is around 4.5 billion years old, a timescale I simply cannot get my head around, and here we are celebrating the 12,022. Well, that’s the calendar I like to follow. So, anyways, happy New year, folks; we made it here. My new year’s Eve would mostly be ‘ME’, lying on my bed reading Kindle and welcoming the new year by sipping a cool drink. Yeah, it sounds boring, but that’s how it’s been, and I enjoyed every bit of it. So I call it ‘ME’ time. This time my friends from dance class had planned a trip to the nearest resort, and Roonie was going to join the party, so I signed up immediately. What else could make someone happier than welcoming the new year with a particular person beside you? It takes a 2 to 3-hour ride from our place to reach the resort. We counted 20 people, assembled at our dance class and divided them into three cars. Roonie sat next to me in my vehicle. It’s just a day trip. So why are they bringing bags of luggage? I wondered as they loaded tons of luggage on to

Roonie has been away for a week now, and it is the truest test of time. I woke up excited every day and waited the whole day to see her in dance class, but knowing that she was not around made me desperate. I wish Quantum teleportation were a thing right now so that I could transport to her place in an instant, anyways; thanks to Technology, we were virtually connected all day. We hung out on video call for hours, she showed me her home around, and the waffle showed up wiggling his tail each time I called her, such a naughty messy boy he is. Roonie returned after 14400 minutes. If you are wondering, that’s ten days, well, that is how I counted for her. Nothing beats the feeling of seeing her after a matter of weeks apart, and I’m happy that we’re done with that part of our lives. Everyone loves surprises, and getting one from your special ones is ineffable. Roonie brought the famous Chicken pickle from her home town for me. “How are the pickles?” she texted. “Yes, good, they are spicy