In a Michigan mid-west minute

Those cheeks, they were nicely caving in, weren’t they? And now they seem to have come back to their rotund appearance. Skip the rice in the evening, play a few more hours of badminton, eliminate the restaurants; Do what you please, I doubt if you can prevent them from filling back in.

Just last week, you were frolicking in the sand dunes of West Michigan with a 300 Hp V-8 Pickup Truck, fashioning many a smiles, calling it work. And today? Not such a good day at the office, was it? How many parentheses in a C code does it take to break your back? Are you beginning to realize the futility in imagining the end of a dream when it hasn’t even begun as yet?

You cleaned the kitchen just two days ago. Today you made a simple vegetarian meal. Even then look how the dishes pile up? The stove top needs your attention. It’s the turmeric, stupid. It a price you have to pay by default by being born Indian; The price of yellow stains and an always slightly pungent kitchen.

Even your truest love seems to be faltering. Even her front end needs alignment? Even her clutch could potentially be in trouble. And even an even love cannot compensate for uneven wearing of the brake pads.

The cost of gas has come down but why is it your ‘friends’ still lie at least 273 miles away? Getting to destinations has become cheaper, but the destinations haven’t budged an inch.

You want to give all these realizations a name?
These sudden twists of apparent fortunes?
These unexpected downturns of sorts?

Forgive me for disappointing you but this already has a name.

It’s called checking your blind spot.