From the moment I opened my eyes today at 7 am, I was feeling wonderful. Some days are like that, na? Just perfect....
I am passing through the most stressful days of my career, as is evident from the scarcity of posts on my blog for a very long time now. Even when I sleep, its fight against the darkness... a jostle for daybreak to happen... so that I can wake up and hit for work... not because I am so in love with my work... duuuhhh... but for the simple reason that I have too much to do and I am bad at time management (whatever that means )
But today I was relaxed... I opened my eyes and I lay there on the bed... now that is rare... very rare... as soon as eyes open, its as if there is some military command given to my legs to just unwrap themselves and put their beloved self on the floor. But today was going to be different.... I was convinced. I woke up with a smile on my face... how refreshing :-) The day saw me cooking breakfast... a wonderful breakfast of scrambled eggs mixed with crumbs of bread, onions, green chillies with a dash of oil... it was good... nothing revolutionary but nice. Not perfect but normal ... just normal....and for once I realized what normal feels like.
The day panned out well with lots of reading, watching the Little Master hit the Australian bowlers ( did I mention anytime that I love test cricket more than one day or twenty twenty ) And then with a hot cup of tea in my hands, I put on some nice music.. and made my way outside my apartment. Walking around in your slippers, shorts and comfy jersey - I swear it was such a nice feeling..... The whole building reverbrating with the music emanating from my apartment... everyone could hear it but I do not think anybody was disturbed... for once Winamp decided to play those songs that could be pleasing and uplifting !!
And there you go... like icing on the cake.... kids came bustling out of their houses... suddenly it was like a carnival... those little ones didnt shriek or make any noise... just kept playing their weird games... sometime hiding inside my legs, sometimes climbing over me and sometimes asking for a sip of my tea... he he he....
And when kids are playing, their mothers can never be away , can they? They have to always spoil the fun with their pedantic looks... whew....
These young mothers are the prime example of obnoxious creatures... why do they look at you so suspiciously everytime, as if you are one of those who have just got out of prison and out to disturb their peaceful and normal life. Its a grouse that I have of the so called 'families'... they think of bachelors living amidst them to be outsiders... whew... as if we do not belong to any families... I face it everyday when I open up my apartment's doors and windows to let in sunshine and fresh air.. and there you go, the lady living in the apartment will close her door on me... why yaar, ? I dont have any interest in poking into your household , honey... chill !!!
Lolz !!!
And whilst those kids were scampering around and I was blissfully unaware of the stares that I was getting from those young mothers.... I get a call from my friend. And you know what, I am standing on the second floor common area, there are these ladies around in the third and first floors, gossiping secretively, every now and then glancing furtively at me.... and what do I do.... he he he .... I talk about them staring at me in no unequivocal terms and at a quite audible volumet to my friend.... I ask her, " I wonder why they staring at me yaaaa?" And she just laughs back and says, "Anna, are you wearing your skimpy khaki shorts that you wore on the day I visted you?" I said yes. And then the way she laughed gave me full idea as to why they were staring at me.... I will not say any more....
So there I go sipping on my tea and oh ya... watering my potted plants... what admirable courage they showed past month or so, when they survived without any care from my side.... Oh, I showered them with my love and attention... cleaning them with gusto. It felt so lovely doing household work and not be bothered about any work related pressure.... all these activities made me realize... being alone on Diwali, is not that bad afterall... :-) ...
And the day continues still.... a nice shower with warm water, a date with the Almighty at the Ayyappa Temple and a nice supper awaits this fellow.... and of course Bill Aitken is yearning for my attention... his book 'Seven Sacred Rivers' still remains unfinished... just one of the unfinished businesses that I have to round off this perfect day with ! A lonely but perfect day !!!!
Hola !!!!!
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