The typical kick of the day is a coffee as it somehow keeps me sane amidst all those heavy traffics going in and around my head. It's always during the kitchen hours that the Inner ME evokes. Inner Me is much grown up than the outer me. She is just another *over thinking dumbass*, whom I keep dearest. Inner Me finds everything positive, like, even if someone calls me casually and puts on amazing 'galis', Inner Me responds- grinning meekly. Or if, incase the Outer Me thumb on the backspaces, fed up typing these meaningless piece of artless paint, Inner Me jumps in and keeps me going. But it's really hard to elicit Inner Me. She always lurks somewhere, hard to be noticed. When Outer Me stick on to seeing the reaction on my posts, Inner Me being lawless and unmindful, takes it easy.
It's only after my c-section that I found my Inner Me is not so obtuse, it's somewhat strong. And it's only after my younger one turned 2 *and started crawling, to be specific* that I started doubting whether there actually is that Inner Me within me! Running after your infant, sounds such a pretty scene- if and only if you are snoring loud enough to wake up the **mohalla ladies**. Dubiously you starts looking at your image, putting up a large question mark on why motherhood is portrayed that sacred by your ancestors, that made you follow rapt silence when your **dearest of dearest- bedtime** was disrupted by your kiddo. Lesson 3-'Life is not always about inclining curve, it sometimes takes the shape of some maths functions, hard for even the discoverers to predict shape.*
Mornings usually is a site of *kurukshetra* for me. The innately lazy built, grabs 3 knifes and 2 aloos to prepare a chicken curry in teapot using fork. Outer Me picks up the phone and dials an appointment to the psychiatrist, realizing the seriousness of my illness. But my man, he is such a relief, he do take part in the house chores and cleans up even my undergarments with no guilt. Lesson 4- *Never marry a man who finds your period blood dirty and washing your undies spoiling his bloodline but still finds joy in orals*
Inner Me and Outer Me walks out of my home- walking hand in hand, ready to visit me again morrow. Kitchen duty is over for the day.
`ElaRa
18.10.2025
It's only after my c-section that I found my Inner Me is not so obtuse, it's somewhat strong. And it's only after my younger one turned 2 *and started crawling, to be specific* that I started doubting whether there actually is that Inner Me within me! Running after your infant, sounds such a pretty scene- if and only if you are snoring loud enough to wake up the **mohalla ladies**. Dubiously you starts looking at your image, putting up a large question mark on why motherhood is portrayed that sacred by your ancestors, that made you follow rapt silence when your **dearest of dearest- bedtime** was disrupted by your kiddo. Lesson 3-'Life is not always about inclining curve, it sometimes takes the shape of some maths functions, hard for even the discoverers to predict shape.*
Mornings usually is a site of *kurukshetra* for me. The innately lazy built, grabs 3 knifes and 2 aloos to prepare a chicken curry in teapot using fork. Outer Me picks up the phone and dials an appointment to the psychiatrist, realizing the seriousness of my illness. But my man, he is such a relief, he do take part in the house chores and cleans up even my undergarments with no guilt. Lesson 4- *Never marry a man who finds your period blood dirty and washing your undies spoiling his bloodline but still finds joy in orals*
Inner Me and Outer Me walks out of my home- walking hand in hand, ready to visit me again morrow. Kitchen duty is over for the day.
`ElaRa
18.10.2025