Sharmila bailed out on me for the coffee we were supposed to have had after I completed my run. Apparently there was a mom-daughter moment going on at home. Somebody, evidently, has not kept track of the money she has been spending and so there is an “animated” discussion going on between mom and daughter to resolve that. Of course, when I say a teenager and her mom are trying to resolve it, this is not your run of the mill diplomatic exchange of words. This is more like hand to hand combat.

I extended my coffee break and came back home later. It is not like I was afraid of getting caught in the crossfire. I was mortally afraid of getting killed by the irony of the situation 🙂

Set up Sharmila’s new gallery website. I have some more work to do to make it more mobile friendly. As of now, I am leaving it at though…

If you visit her website and do not like the paintings, don’t blame me. I am just the IT guy. 🙂

Somebody needs to remind him that those are not opposable thumbs that he has…

Just eight years back, we were sitting in this patio outside the kitchen of our new house trying to identify the colorful birds in the forest. She was three then.

Today, we are sitting in the same place learning about exponents and indices…

(Btw, Niki gifted me the wooden sign)

Regardless of all the stress during the week and the hectic activities during the weekend, there is always the one constancy in life to bring some semblance of sanctity – going out with Sharmila to our bar like we have done for years and years every Sunday evening. It does not matter that we show up right around the time Milton’s cuisines is shutting down. There is something about catching up with the staff about their week, their family, life aspirations, as they clean dishes, do inventory, wrap up the kitchen we look forward every week.

They are as close to family as we can ever get!