I woke up from a dream where I saw that I was looking for a place in Bangladesh to treat my Mikki. Finally Pa and I decided to treat her at a street food place to Golda chingdi... The name of the place was Mohesh.
I miss my Arun. It's Poila Boishakh... I miss smelling him. I love him. I love Chotto. I love Shona Pa, my Santa Claus.
I get sinister messages from Mikki's number.
Yesterday Shibani Bagchi came home. How I loathe her! I don't want her to set foot in this house ever again in the future.
I love my Arun. I want to kiss his sweet hands. I want to lay a gazillion kisses to his face. I want to smother him. I also want to smother Chotto, my little one.
I am grateful for God's infinite love, Grace and blessings on my life.
I am feeling:
Relieved that the importers have all left.
Happy.
Have a slight cold for which I'm doing Jal Neti.
Full of love for my preciouses.
Sweet.
Cute.
Slightly pretty.
I am eager to do a good session of yoga today.
Now I'll do Jal Neti.
Love,
Me.
8.46 am
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