I wonder what it is with me and my morning cuppa nowadays. OK, well twice. The other day, perhaps it was Tuesday, a cup of tea was thrust in my hand by the peon of that department, which I then of course proceeded to sip, while conversing with my colleagues. Soon my attention was more on the conversation than the placement of the bone-china cup whose handle was particularly cylindrical and thin. In effect, the cup gave a twist in my hand, and half a cup of tea was spilt all over my dress front, and left arm. Thankfully not hot enough to cause any burn or burning sensation. but I had to sort of wash/ cleanup my whole kurta front, neck to hemline, in a straight line.

Yesterday while opening the locker in office in which I had stashed my laptop, my left forefinger got caught in the bolt on the inner side of the door flap. A beautiful dark maroon bruise now adorns my finger tip. A personal credit to me - I did not swear in pain, all I did was gasp and say "Shhooooot!" in a hushed voice. not even "Shit". hmm. Interesting.

Today morning I was slightly woozy, having slept rather late and not had time to have my cup of coffee before coming to office. However, during my transport from home to office, the sipper (which I thankfully managed to fill with HOT coffee) tilted and spilt coffee on - yes you guessed right - the front of my dress!
This time the stain is a small one and hopefully would have gone by the time the water with which I washed it evaporates. Alas, the point to note is, this is the first time I wore this kurta.

Hopefully theres nothing in store for tomorrow...