have a sense of freedom. five days of controlled, disciplined mornings, lunch boxes, calming tantrums, making school sound like a fun place, over and over again. by the time, i've waved at the second school bus till it turns the corner, all i want to do is do 'nothing.' hence, hot, straight from the kadhai (wok) vada pav from the stall a short walk away for breakfast.
ginger tea with potato slices fried in batter
green chillies deep fried and sprinkled with salt
waiting to be filled
right about where i stand
usually, i am craving school by Saturday lunch!