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09:10 Monitor ticking bip bip bip. Robo docked. Breakfast ordered for abhis father prashant uncle who is a senior gynaec, and a serious space occupying lesion/ pain in la derriere. I keep ordering food in a staggered format, for him, to keep him outside, gainfully occupied, emotionally satieted, and out of everyone's hair. It makes abhi happier, sister most pleased and overall efficiency improves. See, you think we do nothing while sitting on our anesthetic thrones ((aspirationally, one day while giving spinal)) but we are actually maintaining the peace and order of the universe!!! So Aijaz is not just the star of your eye, he is the sun and very brightest star and epicenter of your professional home. My God. I'm sure that skinny boy doesn't know what all is riding on his delicate shoulders. Let me guess, you took pancakes and whipped cream for him with hot chocolate for his breakfast? Oh you picked him up from home as well? How thoughtful. Don't forget to tuck him into bed tonight. #meow #jealousyisasin dhanwanti!
Have a case with chinta after this...a fissurectomy of my own patient. She's also one of the supremely irritating south bombay ladies, and I'm going to go on fake-leave from tomorrow, to avoid her!! Sigh!! You know OB, I don't think you met enough toxic pakau SoBo women. I think you would realise what an outlier I am, and come to appreciate me more. At the risk of tooting my own horn, I proudly claim to be down to earth and deeply connected to reality. I am now going to start a parallel novel called Bhabhis in Dior on this platform. That will be a b#£chy caustic review of these moronic women. The Episodes will continue for both of us. For Bhabhis in Dior, I want ruthless critique please?
How is your day today? Very busy im guessing, because of the backlog.... I think you cried yesterday as well when we spoke on the phone? I felt you were crying. I will collect your tears in a tiny cup and keep it by my window. They will be drunk by a meandering snail who falls into the cup. He then gets magical powers of empathy and love, like the maker of the tears.....the small snail wanders of into the night, but now glows with a fluorescence that has never been seen before. He has turned your sorrow into light, and lights up the path for tiny creatures around him. Just as you light up the path for tiny creatures around you. So cry, and then wipe them off, because your smile is as important to maintain the balance of the world....
Have a great day OB van KANOBE
Aai