Peter, Lucy and Abida

So, this old black man hit on me on the subway and then started following me home until I started to power walk (more like run) and came within the safe confines of my room, whose door I also locked, just for good measure.

I finished my paper, and although not brilliant it's definitely shiny!

Joy sent me an Abida Parveen song, and I think she sounds like a man [kind of like nusrat actually, nusie hereafter] so I imagined it was a guy singing, after which it sounded quite pleasant.

I was also listening to my 2 fave Ganda Banda and the 3D Cats songs and realised that guys speaking in Urdu, specially about love and pain and all that lovely stuff, is a big turn on for me. Something about how the hard kh's and gh's roll off their throats as if their walls are covered in honey. It's got the roughness of arabc but it's so much more melodious and everything just sounds like poetry! When S does it [on rare occassions I might add, that stupid stupid boy] it makes me go weak in the knees and I start gulping like a simpleton. Like today he told me, in urdu, that he would take me to the doctor bcz im sick (which is not a particularly romantic statement) but ya kno.....it just did the trick! Baffling. Isn't it?

Guys spaking urdu is a turn on in a completely different way compared to how guys speaking proper bangla also turns me on... that is more like... brings to mind romantic poetry, robindroshongeet, boundless blue skies and makes me want to put on a shutir shari and sit by a window looking out wistfully (I think I get this from my mother, I'm telling you it's hereditary).


Okay, time to go and make dinner, I'm bloody starved!