My parents have left for Madurai to attend a wedding and my cousin is making dinner. So far he has succeeded in making dosas of questionable shapes and sizes but I'm no complaining. Its not everyday that one gets a dosa shaped like an irregular polygon.

Also realised I tell everybody everything thats going on in my life, now thats a bad thing, so I shall put an end to that. Thus I shall not tell you that I was once chucked out of a shop for loitering, nor shall I tell you that I chased a friend with a mop in a shopping complex, so there!