After replying to a comment on my last post, I browsed though my favourite blogs and read this. After that, I could never bring myself to write. Or do anything, really. Was it a sense of loss, a time of grieving, a clutching my own daughter closer to me? Perhaps a combination of the three.
And then this morning, Kalpana (the maid) didn't come in and I did the dishes. After ages actually. On her weekly off days, I endeavour to cook as little as possible, simply to avoid doing the household chores. That's how lazy I am. But we had company this weekend and she's not in today as well, so I did the dishes this morning. About two sink-loads of them.
