A mango, two glasses of mango milk and me :D

Sometimes my senses wander away to eat grass. Really. My humour is at its best when I am unaware of what I say.

Currently I’m at my chudbud Yashoda’s home. She’s amazing. She ranks amongst my favourite people in this whole wide world. I’m spending the weekend here.

So my hilarity revolves around mango milkshake:

I brought my tiny fruit basket with me. It contained two oranges, one apple, one lemon, and one mango. And Yashoda – the awesome one decided to make mango milkshake as it was a big one.

“How many glasses of milkshake will you drink?” she asked.

“However many there are” I grinned.

“Ha-ha... 5 glasses would do?”

I nodded and resumed to moving to the loudness of my earphones.

Ten minutes later, I got my glass of lip smacking mango milk, and a refilling another five minutes after. Suddenly my brain gasped.

“Wait! Yashoda, how many glasses of milk did one mango serve?”

“Not one! Dad brought home a lot of mangos.”

Both of us died laughing. Uncle seemed taken aback by my stupidity, but all dads are awesome and offering.

Lol! Think before I speak! Think before I speak! :D

An attempt at love poetry :D

I sit here gazing

At the majestic moon so proud and bright

And the stars drifting across her rounded face,

They say our love is right.

I smile so wide

At the thought of you and I on a loverly night,

While a flurry of emotions

Inform our love is right.

Good lord, take to heart my        plea:

Throw us down some beaming light,

In dark multitudes – a bright spot

To signal us that our love is right.

I marvel at the beauty of the feeling

It runs so deep and out of sight,

As I feel us rising in love together,

I know our love is right.

Random thoughts of a conflicted mind

First I think something. Then I think something else. And then after much thinking I realise what I thought first and what I thought next starkly contrast each other. And I think more about what I should be thinking. Has it ever happened with you?

Hello reader, I’m Sai Vindhya (preferably Sai), a 19 year old, typing to you, just to know myself better, and you can know me here. And tell me if I am stupid.

Writing makes me contemplate and reflect over what I think, and some advice from an unknown judging eye will enhance my ability of self judgement.

For so long I kept telling myself I should write a blog. I finally got my lazy fingers to typing this post, so three cheers to some blog blabber. This feels great!

Catch you soon with my next post. Till then, lots of love.