Coordinated disaster

Most of my best pals will tell you that I obsess about colour coordination. I wouldn't go so far as to say obsess, but yeah... if I have a Persian blue kurta on, I feel like I'm going crazy if any earrings, bracelet, shoes and neckpiece don't sport a spot of Persian blue.
The office cafeteria featured chairs in limegreen, honey yellow, crocus blue and barberry red, I'd try to sit on matching chairs for breakfast and lunch.

American Blue

I have a lot of big things to worry about but somehow it's the smaller niggly things that are annoying me right now. I don't know if I'm focussing on the petty stuff to forget the bigger stuff or whether it really is the smaller stuff that I get in a sweat about.

One of those niggly things is my sister's attitude. My sister has always annoyed me at some level, but with time, I have learnt to ignore the bigger differences we have. Thanks to that, over the last couple of years, we have managed to build some kind of a relationship resembling family ties. And then out of the blue, she says small things that make me realise, all over again, that fundamentally, we have nothing in common.