In continuation of this e-mail thing.
Today I received an e-mail that started off with “Dear Mosaranna”, and I cried. I have half a mind of writing back to my friend saying this has caused emotional trauma, but the tears are purely of joy because I am uncertain of when I can eat good mosaranna again. 😦
I also have half a mind to change the name of this blog to Mosaranna’s Musings. Maybe when I’m older and have more sophisticated thoughts aside from “How many hours can I spend on my bed today?”
Imagine the evolution. Curd Rice Daily to Mosaranna’s Musings: The Evolution of an NRI who embraces his Kannadiga self.
Wow. I’d buy that book.
Tell me if you want a signed copy now itself. Otherwise you will have problems later. Then don’t come crying saying “Oh but we are your friends please give us signed copy.”
I am not Congress party. I will not show this favouritism.
Thinking of writing this book.
So I scrolled full e-mail and it ends with Uppinkai.
I really need to get some home food in me soon. But you know what the worst part is! I’m not homesick. I just want access to that food. I wish I had a kitchen. Would’ve 100% made food.