So, what's the point ?

The financial year-end. A mountain of investment proofs. A horde of colleagues desperately calculating take-home salary for March. My birthday almost lost in a flurry of activity. The relief after the storm subsided.

THE wedding. My brother's. My brother issuing instructions from abroad. Innumerable shoppping trips. Making rounds of relatives' homes for invitations. Lists - thousands of them. Super-organised me. D-Day. Everything goes as per schedule and plan. Zoya the superwoman. The honeymooners' suite, 4 friends, 4 cousins, ragging, sporting brother and sister-in-law, fun :)

Mumbai airport. Teary eyes. Brother and sister-in-law packed off. Painful silence on the way back home.

Crates of Bisleri bottles. Bananas, mangoes ! French guests at office. Pune-darshan. Sudden spate of meetings...in French. Visit to a beautiful church. Shopping trips for ethnic Indian articles. Sad-faced bye-byes. Promises to return.

Recruitment. CVs. Interviews. Reaching office at 9:30, leaving too at 9:30.

So, what's the point ?

The point is, this is sum-up of what I have been upto since my disappearance in March ! :)

Hello me, Welcome back :)

Zoya
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