Although I’m most comfortable conversing in English. I find cursing in Malayalam – parri, what’s that word – ah yes, cathartic.
Today, I’m in need of a little catharsis. You know there are some days when you wake up thinking positive things like, “Myre! Things can’t get any worse…” Well, this one of those days. Hungover like a pig. The wife looking down with a dangerous mix of redicule and rage. So I thought why not seek solace in a blog, cursing at leisure in Pacha Malayalam?
My wife says that I curse too much. I sometimes use pacha therri as punctuation. In all modesty, I think it is a talent not many have.
