Because people have their Itinerary List! Well, Mostly!

The Wild Ass: Let’s go fishing!

Little Wench: Or we could go do some sunbathing on the top of that rolling hill.? It would be fun!

The Wild Ass: !!! 

But it’s cloudy today! And it might rain anytime. How would you do sunbathing on that infamous slippery rolling hill, uh?

Little Wench: But it’s in my itinerary for the day!

Few arguments later, both of them happily went along to the rolling hill for their hide-n-seek sunbathing with the sun, while their fishing rods resting on the shoulders.

People have their itinerary lists. People have their ‘Mr. Perfect’ checklist. Heck, some mind-boggling people even have their ‘Things to be done before you’re 20/30/married/etc.’ They keep a copy of it in their closet, compare every potential partner they meet with their checklist and celebrate their every milestone in the ‘to-accomplish’ list. After all, more than the gratification or anything else, it’s the acute sense of time and space it gives you that makes it so prized a thing!

  

Sadly, the Little Wench lags pretty far behind when it comes to having a sense of time and space. Not that she’s any good in having an itinerary/to-do list! Her sense of time and day is as bad as guys’ sense of colours! (Not trying to be a sexist here!). Thankfully, no one at the jungle is judgmental here and so, everyone lives happily with their antics.

Like the Caramel fly who can’t walk one more step if even one strand of her hair is out of place….or the Dragon Chipkali who just can’t stop making those rather curious sounds when eating a dessert…or the Greek rabbit who gets instant blush from ear to ear that could put all the girls to shame!

Nevermind, here it’s not about the (lack of) sense of time and space! Coming back to the itinerary list, the Wench is finally picking up and learning to make her itinerary list. Although she does tend to get quite finicky about it at times..like the last time she chopped her hair by herself because it was in her itinerary to get her hair to pixie cut by her birthday and the jungle salon was a little too far for the rainy day (The jungle has pretty weird history for birthdays)!

Anyway, here is the latest addition to the itinerary list-

“This is how a part of my dream house would look like! I am yet to entertain a dream job/wedding/spouse idea, but swear on Frankenstein and his endless tragic rage, this is going to be a part of my house! Just. How. Self-Explanatory.”

And the latest one, which happened during the recent eloping stunt Wench performed:

“Have to do this, once! And before you ask me, not the drying clothes part but the 'travelling-on-the-top-of-bus' part.”

p.s: Images sneaked from the Wench’s diary while she was busy sulking and flying with the butterflies to find her lost lip balm! NiveaBlue (colourless, thick and hydrating one). Must have dropped it in the waterfall while trekking! :|