At the drop of a hat

It almost feels like "Breathless". Was listening to it in the morning and at the end of it I was visibly panting. Wonder what one would call it... probably a virtual impact that translates to the emotional and transforms to the physical. Whew!! This is utter rot. The truth simply is that I am getting terribly bored. Amar boss jodi eta daekhey taholey bhabbey "bekaar employ korchey". Cant let that happen but at the same time cant curb the instinct to talk... if only virtually! So "at the drop of a hat" took up pen and paper, ofcourse of the soft kinds, and started editing a soft post. Damn! did I just say editing. This bloody job has got to me. At home I cut ma short as she slowly unfolds her daily stories..."Come to the point ma, aeto ghuriye bolar ki achey." Its terribly exasperating, for me and for poor her. She's an absolute darling. God! just the other day as she was searching for "garam masala" (searching for anything in our house is like finding a needle in a haystack, literally!!), I glibly told her 'control f'. Na, am serious. I even look at the lower right hand corner of the mirror to keep a check on the time. Beware, this is what hours at the computer does to healthy souls!
Damn (@#$@!), gotta go. Can see a frantic waving out of the cor.. (hold it, coming..) ner of my eye. A job is a job. Will come back later!! Adieus!