Comfortably imperfect

Playing Minesweeper on the computer and bonding with mum over mounds of chocolate may sound as pathetic as spending V-day with a cat, but I loved every moment.

Okay, so there wasn’t that euphoric, tingly all over, waiting for magic to happen feeling like the other times.
And maybe I’d anticipated something more.
The old “happy happy birthday” from K maybe, to make the whole of last month seem like nothing more than one of those sinking déjà vu moments.
And maybe I’d like the joy of waking up to presents wrapped in shiny paper, back.

But for now, an ‘experimental’ cake, mashed gulab jamuns and the world’s best Mum for company does the trick.

Note to self: Maybe the tingles aren’t important.
Maybe the people who give them to you,are! :]