It has been quite exhausting - the day. But it's okay. We endured. We survived. We reached home. I am just up from a nap but still hot from the day's sun. So will make this quick.
Here are all the things I am grateful for:
1. Papa is well. Didn't talk to him today but he...(Okay, he called as I was typing this. So that's nice.) So that's a huge relief.
2. Reached home safe. My cook and cleaning lady had really tidied up the space. It's so nice, walking into a minty fresh and neat home.
3. I had to walk a fair bit to get a 6-seater auto to come to Alibag city. On a whim I decided to go to Varsoli beach as well. Near Tata's bungalow, there's a cafe called Rick and Dash. They charge a thousand bucks cover charge so you can sit facing the sea, etc. Which I did. It was quite the novelty. But unlike Naigon, this place was a tad too commercial. Still the view of a grey-blue ocean braided with sunlight was gorgeous!
4. One of the strange things about a holiday ending is reaching home to the exact same set of problems and mental chatter as one had left behind. Actually I tend to carry a fair amount of the mental chatter in my head as well. But I think the distance helps in recognising the mental chatter. But then there is a strange urge to end things quickly. Like...I wonder how people go back to their spouses and children after they have stayed away from them for a few days. That must be hard, especially after you have seen how life can be without those encumbrances. Once you see how little you can actually do with, it's hard to go back to a life of meaningless excesses that one has convinced oneself that they are important. This is not a happy feeling but I am grateful that I can register the dissonance.
5. Saw two girls on a launch. One of them was wearing a lovely backless summer dress. She was so happy feeding the seagulls and all that. So sweet! I complimented her on her outfit and she looked so happy! They looked really young. I hope they grow up to take holidays - only the kinds they can afford fully...not subsidized by a husband or father or boyfriend. If that means they go to Lonavala instead of London, so be it. If they were my daughters, that would be my fierce and enduring lesson. To always pay your way...in full. Not do this modern housewife thing of earning 10000 bucks but enjoying a lifestyle worth millions and feeling so proud about that. Men are quite predatorial that way. All of them keep tabs on what they are spending. And matter of time before they start throwing it on your face. Or worse...start taking advantage of the fact that you can be bought for a cost. And marriage just works out to be a bargain in the long run. It is a special life where one can break through conditioning. But even if that doesn't happen, it is maybe a good first step to see just how sickeningly beastly we are. And how primal our drives are.
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