Once in a while...

Once in a while... life loves you back showering you with its best... once in a while you wake up with a smile and feel alive and tingly. Once in a while you travel with your mind, and let your feelings take you places. Once in a while you just junk your troubles and decide to break free. Once in a while you indulge without guilt and buy yourself something expensive. Once in while you clutch your dreams close and feel them rubbing against your cheek. Once in a while you tell yourself... it's okay... it's okay to be who you are, and that your flaws are pretty too. Once in a while you find friends at the most unlikely places and laugh and cry and make memories that are forever warm. Once in a while you let go of the past, you let it all wash over your feet and find your footing again in the present. Once in a while you're just happy to be you and you take photographs with our eyes, trying to remember all of it... and all this, because you know deep inside that it all happens just once in a while!

high tea

Getting off work early is something so rare in advertising... so the day i did, i marvelled at the world outside. I have almost forgotten what the streets look like at 5 30 pm. What the colour of the sky is on working days. How many people travel homeward on park street, how the cafes welcome dusk, how lovers/college goers cozy up with cups of coffee, how the demand for puchka rises, how the hoardings light up and the city goes into a different mode altogether.

anyway, i had to do my weekly grocery so i stepped into Spencer's and couldn't for the life of me find a certain variety of 'saag' and out of sheer embarrassment couldn't ask anyone! a married woman can't identify vegetables. what could be worse. SO i bought the rest of the stuff on my list and walked home balancing two heavy bags.

But this feeling of incompetence changed once i stepped inside, i dropped my keys off where they belonged, shoved the veggies in the fridge and settle down on my favourite spot with a steaming cup of Castleton tea and a chocolate pastry from flurry's. Completely at leisure i felt good about life. I for once tasted independence and it felt great. I was sitting in my apartment, i pay for it too, enjoying things I've bought with my own money and watching the TV that i purchased with my salary. I never felt like this when i stayed with mom, there though everything was mine but i had done nothing to earn it. There was a strange sense of satisfaction here, the little i have made out of life with sheer hard work made me feel so proud. From a girl with a completely sheltered life i have come a long way. And having felt good i lapsed lazily back into my musings as the aromatic taste of the perfectly blended tea worked like an elixir on me. So raising a toast to independence and married life, i said to myself...'what a wonderful world!'