went in sangee's car all the way to tumkur... in the longest 70km of my life, she nearly killed me a million times... she has an incessant way of chattering... and fiddling about the car... if i ever have to ride with her ever again, i think it's going to be in a car devoid of the radio, the music player, the AC, the power windows, or any windows for that matter that open/close and no back seats to contain anybody that might talk and distract her either... yeah! only then might i just have enough courage to sit in the passenger seat with her... with my extra-strong seatbelt on... i seriously considered wearing my helmet but in the last minute decided it would distract her to my death...
anyway, reached home, introduced her to my parents... she got along famously with them... my mother's one of those candid persons who sometimes has asked my friends in all innocuousness as to why on earth they hang out with the likes of me!!! so she hardly needs to be convinced of my friends' worth... despite all that, sangee was a total kiss-ass praising my ma for her rice, sambhar, appalam, beans, sprouts, garden, well, cats, chairs, sofas... god! it was embarrassing!!!
we visited a few places... like the siddaganga matha where sangee took a fancy to a frog... yeah, a frog and went after him with her DSLR until the poor guy just lost it and lunged right into her face... i took her to my cousin's farm where she shot the dogs, the hens, the goats, sheep, cows, buffaloes... her requests at capturing a few hens for closer photography were ill-received and i was almost glad when after a bout of the stinky rabbit-house she finally gave up clicking for a while to take a fresh breath...
we travelled along to my village where she clicked the fly-ridden kid, the acutely bent grandma and everyone in between... next target was our farm where i had a bit of quiet as her camera finally gave out(ran out of battery)... i proudly shared with her one of my favoritest places on earth... as we sat under the huge banyan tree... there were more places to see and click and shoot... so much, so long...
she had been flattering me for a week to convince my brother to give her a ride on his pulsar... and in the end, she claimed she was literally blown away as she gushed in agreement to my claim that he is indeed the best driver for a long way around... finally exhausted, we reached blore... were met with the terrible traffic jams... rolled up the windows, put on the AC and the radio... with good music and bad jokes, we crawled through an hour of jam... and finally reached my place... had a cup of mocha and hot chocolate... i scalded my tongue with a bite of the blueberry muffin... swore at the establishment... but it was seriously good when my tongue regained its senses, so it was hard to be mad at the muffin for long... there was a beautiful white cat roaming the tables... exactly the breed Snowbells of 'Stuart Little' is...
finally went home and crashed... glad to be out of sangee's car on terra firma finally!!! but her words still rang from the promise she made as she pulled out of my house,
" i'll come back soon appaji... "
