“Hark“, the cry goes around Bloggerland, “Shrutz had typed in her blog again.”
One man pokes the one in his mid-section, “Quick, look out if you can see flying piggies. They say Shrutz has blogged again!”
Seriously, I kid. My heartfelt gratitude to all you people (at last count 2) who check my blog for updates like, once in two months. “Nah, nothing’s happening in her life. Let’s go watch paint dry.” they say. “She’s got the equivalent life of a worker ant high on hashish and cannabis while doing motorcycle stunts in the Republic Day Parade with the Daredevils.”
Hey! That’s not true! I so have a life!!! For example, I am right now in Brussels on a nice Sunday typing a blog about how great my life is. On a three day weekend!
Argh. Never mind.
So, the first question I get asked by everyone who meets me in ths extremely small, sweet and quiet country is, “What the HELL is an Indian doing in BRUSSELS?”
Long story short: I REALLY don’t know. But it’s been fun so long.
More in the next post.