I like to micromanage. On once-a-year projects, the big ones that well, matter. To see it through, each page/frame. Signing off ceremoniously, then its not in my hands anymore, right? This once I’m not doing that- boss’s orders, too much happening at the same time. Am tense and completely in knots. Am trying visual imagery, the annual visit to Mt Mary’s and putting the finished product at her feet like always. Not working too well.
And as always when I need to stop fretting, I cooked. Ground masalas too- garam masala and dhana-jeeru (coriander-cummin), heavenly that fragrance; understood why the aunts back home concoct their own blends instead of buying from the shops.
Father’s day y’day. Baba and I laughed at the 85% discount we’d get if we shopped at Reliance Trends. (One got a discount equivalent to the parent’s age.)
6 comments:
aunts' dishes work on micro management ;)
they do? Manu you'd know best, the voice of experience.
:)
experienced on grandma's dishes.. aunts are an extrapolated guess :D
dangerous, no, extrapolating leff right and center, Manuji?
On women's traits, whims and fancies- a brave man, thou art.
Cook and cook some more. I feel that every part of my life is bent on micromanaging , of course at a very different level than yours. Will I ruin them? They'll blame me in the end I am sure, but for now, I micromanage.
it's hard to let some things go. i hope it went over well:)
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