Nights such as this.

You know you’re in for a good weekend when it begins on Friday. Given the hours I work, that’s a rarity. It started with a haircut that not many seem to notice, yet, makes my hair look nicer. I know and that counts. :)

My roommate and I ended the ‘girls’ night out by watching Casino Royale which fits perfectly into a newly created genre- English Masala.

Saturday was spent lazing around with the better part spent amidst company that holds an atrocious success rate of making me walk! A feat each of them can be proud of. Bah!

There were better things to come on Sunday, I was told. After all, we were letting ourselves get drawn into spools of purple magic. Deep Purple at the Cathedral High School, 17th of December, I was with friends I’ve known for a lifetime and less than a day. The music was great with the band performing many of their well-known hits. There was a lot of Christmas spirit doing the rounds with the wedding march and silent night thrown in for good measure. I was enthralled by Steve Morse’s solo act and Ian Gillian’s happiness was infectious. I won’t profess to be their hugest fan as I only know of their “popular” numbers, but this is one of those nights my grandchildren will hear of.

The best was yet to come.

“Nothing could stop India for the last four days, not even history.”

I’m not going to bother with details of the scorecard but this is for every other Indian cricket fan out there, savouring the moment.

Take a chance on me.

The last few months have revealed a side of me that I’d rather not have seen.

For most parts, the people who know me have envied my level of confidence. But, like all things that are up that must come down at times, this has too. The reasons are unfortunately, aplenty.

It’s not a secret that what I’m doing now is perhaps not best suited for me. I miss too much for me to be happy. I miss the people. I miss ‘not’ having to stare at something till a something drops onto my window, from three thousand and more miles away. I miss being social, I have become such a whine pot. It’s anything but nice to know me now, really. To those who do know me and who have desperately made an effort to bring the old Divya back, thank you. You know who you are. :)

Something else that’s perhaps less known is how I’m unsure that I’ll ever find someone to love me for the person I am. The person I have become. I don’t believe you wake up and decide to shop for a boyfriend / partner / spouse, whichever applies. What I am amazed about is the timing of it all. Even if I do meet someone who I think is ideal, it seems to me that the gods work overtime to ensure that the timing is not close to heavenly. I’m only human, I have liked people in the last two years but for some reason I’ve not been able to take the chance on myself. I wonder aloud if there’s someone out there to change that?