A Tale of Two Women

 L says she's moving back for good in May. I couldn't be more thrilled but P is upset. The comments are downright insulting.

L and I have been close friends for 23 years now and have gone through divergent lives. I hope we can have many common memories to make again, once she's here. I don't know what she'll say about the new turn in my life. I want to tell her about it but then it seems too early and unreal at the moment. When will I know if it'll ever become real? 

Counting the Happiness

Two weeks of it. A month ago I would've sworn it could never happen but here I am, not really knowing where I'm going but walking the path nevertheless. I feel fitter, healthier, more determined than ever before to be in control of my life. It's costed me some sleep already and I know it'll cost me much more but I'm willing this time, whatever it's worth. 

Life is Beautiful!

 It is, it is, it is. It's too much to keep it all inside, really. But I'd better.

The Crazy World

My colleagues, who've lived in Bangalore for more than a decade, are now shifting back to their hometowns for good. Bachelors, people with young families... some of them my friends and I may never see them again. 

I'm standing precariously on the edge and all my senses are urging me to pull myself back. But it's terribly hard. What am I going to do! 

Another of my cousins, my oldest, is schizophrenic now. Her husband doesn't care but doesn't want to send her home either. Everyone is openly dreading a repeat of 2006.

Dreamy

Someone I talk to regularly, have never met but have seen in a couple of photos and videos - my dream threw up an entirely different picture. Not at all satisfactory.