Rough day and tough day. Rough year and tough year. Survived both.
Here are all the things I am grateful for:
1. Papa is well.
2. Something weird got over me today and I took myself out for some snacks and a drink to the place opposite my house. Mezcalita. Mexican food. Red decor. Volare played in the background. (I love that song.) I ordered a cool ginger beer and a plate of Habanero poppers. Both had a certain kick. A group of young girls sat to my left. They were dressed in party clothes and had ordered a pitcher of sangria or some other cocktail. Their skins glowed, their hair glistened, and their friendship seemed to deepen with every sip. Young friendship - even more invincible than young love.
3. I have a sweet, lovely, and loving home. My little flat feels so cushiony and wise. It has actually held me, witnessed my break and meltdowns as I went through so much. I love this little home. It does have a heart of its own. And sometimes I feel I hear it in its heartbeat.
4. Got a diary from Granth. (The Crossword in the mall near Santa Cruz police station was getting redone.)
5. Cook had made really really tasty masala dosa today.
6. I really really enjoyed a lemon tart from Nostalgia.
