So you know how when the holiday season rolls around in the US, and there are parties galore with lots and lots of delicious, unhealthy food on gleaming platters just waiting to be eaten? And how the excuse to stuff yourself full of delicious, unhealthy food items is always something along the lines of, "(Insert holiday name) comes but once a year!" ?
Yeah, that's totally happening for me with Puja. I mean, even in America I'm the worst abuser of the phrase. ("The Super Bowl comes but once a year!") So I guess it's only natural that I use it when Jarrod and I are on our way to pick up our third sweet of the day from the sweet shop on the corner, or when I'm about to begin my fifth cup of cha.
To add to the irregularity, of course, is the fact that we have almost an entire week off from classes, so we've been super lazy and our sleep schedule is way messed-up. I mean, one of the residents of this flat is still in his or her pajamas (not mentioning any names, but I can say for a fact that I'm wearing my embroidered white kurta and bright blue leggings...)
Oh well. Puja comes but once a year, or for us, once in a lifetime. So we're living it up.
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