This is what bliss must feel like.

Because Bangalore can suddenly surprise you with showers in summer, and make everything seem beautiful thanks to the steady drizzle. A steaming mug of south indian filter cofeee, brewed just right, music in the background (that is thankfully, and by some miracle, NOT death metal); and best of all, I finally raided the bookstore! After a too-long period of exercising tremendous self control, I finally caved. Thanks to a friend who did not stop me from being an uncontrollable over-enthusiastic almost-shopaholic. (He in fact egged me on. Thank you C, I owe the dent in my finances to your encouragement.)

I finally bought my copy of Eat Pray Love. I've read only about 50 pages and already love the style of writing to bits (I'm a girl after all, and chick lit is necessary once in a while). There is also Chanakya's Chant, and that book can cover an entire post, so I will let that be for now! And Alexander Mc call Smith, my current favorite, favorite Author. (Mma Ramotswe, I cannot wait to get to know you!) The man is a genius. And it is never a good day without a Calvin & Hobbes's the Lazy Sunday book.

I could not care less that I have to study for my French tests, that I have work to go to, come Monday and things to deal with once the long weekend is over. I do not care what new scams are brewing in the country. Or the bad roads. Or the corruption. Or the distant royal weddings. Or pesky arrogant auto drivers. It can all wait another day.

For now I just love that I am SO undecided on what to read first, I am going absolutely berserk and trying to read them all at once!