ladies night out

My mind is whirling with images of those Afghan children from the Khaled Hosseini Novel, The Kite Runner. That, and the long list of unfinished tasks. Blogs to update, teachers to meet, text books to read, writing to do, laundry, tables to dust and friends to meet.

I find myself panicking each Friday. Esp. this time with three friends from Mumbai all from different circles, all coming over the same weekend.

But am especially looking forward to tomorrow's ladies night out. This will be a happy one, no nagging about torturous boyfriends. We’ll be talking again about delicious Goa food, and how we love walking on the sand with shorts and halter tops, and that there are no good men around, not even in Mumbai…We’ll be commenting on hair colors and layer cuts, talk about our sweet single bosses.

We will also talk of work, future plans, vacations to take, books to read, families, homes…the food will get cold as we talk away. Then we will take a stroll perhaps, do some shopping and be grooving the rest of the night. That’s when I’ll forget my long list of things to do, and fill my heart with laughter and love of my friends.