This little beaded bag that I carry...

A big part of having nothing to do, is to catch up on things that you haven't been doing.

Like cleaning your room. Or maybe just arranging the cupboard. Shopping? Lunches? Catching up on Television. Surfing social networking sites.

And then you have this huge bag, full of all the things you gather during this time...

A disappointed day.

A happy reunion.

A sad song.

An overjoyed movie ending.

A long walk down the locality roads and simultaneously down the memory lane.

A sweaty pair of tracks that you have been wearing for 5 days straight.

An extremely tasty salami sandwich that your best friend made for you on a sleepover.

A sibling fight. A bad one at that.

A boyfriend fight. Easily resolved because thank god he understands!

An hour of moping over things that could have been. Days of mulling over things that will be.

Sleepless nights. Equally sleep-full days.

Respect for nature. Respect for natural things. Respect in general.

Patience.

Overgrown eyebrows...

A glass of an extremely great tasting Margarita. And other cocktails.

A drunken escapade.

A trip to your BFF who you missed like crazy. Pedicures and shopping and dinners and general crazy behavior.

A great pair of chappals that were a steal.

Endless number of mall trips and window shopping sprees.

Cribbing over lack of finances.

Guilt over spending money.

Momos. And cupcakes.

Lap of the most wonderful person to cry in. The most amazing advise given by her.

Pauses.

Movies. Good and bad. Once and Twice.

End of an era. Start of a new one.

Salads. And Pastas!

A new Kohl pencil.

Aspirations.

Expectations.

And all that Jazz...