let me touch you.
hold you.
feel you.

you are real.

I are hot.

radio mirchi says, "angule dot maane apni hot".

my forefinger is purple.

woah baby!
this feels good!

the whole experience was extremely hilarious.
and yes, i was laughing.

last night, my dad and his buddies were having their usual no-reason party.
these parties usually include the other family members too.
and basically, they do not make sense.
(now you know the secret behind my *ahem* well being)
anyway, basically, by 1 a.m., they had decided that we would all go to vote together.
the plan was to wake up at 7 and vote and go for breakfast.

we left at 10.30.

there were three first-time voters in the group.
this guy called tuhin, my sister and me.
and i shall not start talking about the hype.

and yes, i was the youngest in the group.
and yes, there were a few shocks.
hmphf.


we were standing in the line (which wasn't very long) and i had this weird feeling inside(like always).
di was standing before me.
and before i could even understand the byapar, the man was asking me my serial number.
after that, there came this man who thrust me this funny yellow slip which i took to the inking man.
and then, MY FINGER BECAME PURPLE!
*does the jiggy*

i half ran to the EVM and didn't see a thing.
i knew who i was voting for.
searched for the name.
pressed that button thing.

i came out.
ma looked at me, grinning.
i grinned back and showed her the finger.

i'll show it to you too.

it felt funny.
i felt proud.
like i did something substantial.
like i am finally an adult.



apparently, the rest of the group got shouted at inside for being too loud.
i told you.


i wasn't sleeping.
:)
were you?