I went to an office party for the first time in over a decade. (I am writing the blog after such a long gap as if it doesn't matter.) Maybe it doesn't. It's nice to know whether I have a physical home or not I have a psychological spot to always come to. Until Google decides otherwise.
So I carry on waiting for the whims of Google or God.
Anyway - office party.
I went. Wore a really chic charcoal wrap dress from Zara, nide pumps from Zara, a string of pearls and all that. The party was in a club/ bar sort of place and there was a DJ belting out "jhumka giraa re" every 10 minutes. And then I was forced to dance. I was so so uncomfortable. I had liked sitting and having my orange squash with another quiet colleague. He and I were sitting next to each other and communicating via text to one another. The music really was too loud.
I was a little shocked at how much some people were enjoying themselves while I looked as if I could have a seizure. Truly - how different we all are.
But I had jeera rice and chhole and came back home to some chai and massage and my favourite thing - a chat with Papa.
And it got me to blog. So maybe everything happens for a reason.
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