Journal 26.5.2023 9.46 pm

Dear Journal,

I am just waiting for the metro at this unearthly hour. It's been over 12 hours out of home.

Sho is a little cranky. His messages are cut dry. And a little confrontational.

I just think I should be able to express myself better.

Just got into the Metro.

I was ready to make a move at 7.30 pm today but I stuck around because Vim wanted me to.

What hurts deep in my subconscious is that I've burnt many bridges. Let many relationships go. Let many friendships die. 

I called Ma back today and the conversation led to me telling her I'm going to Raheja tomorrow. She was so discouraging. Ma and Pa have rarely been encouraging. They always ask me to sleep and take rest. So stupid.

There is a baby crying in the Metro.

However, sleeping and taking rest are things which only our parents tell us to do. But for a person who herself doesn't rest, Ma is big on advising rest cures.

(Reminds me of the short story The Unrest Cure by Saki.)

These long hours at work are not totally sustainable may be.

Love,

Me.

I am grateful for this wonderful day. It played put pretty well.

I am grateful for all my colleagues. They are jovial and hardworking. 

I am grateful for Mumbai's Metro. It makes travelling to Kurla easier.

I am grateful for my job. It is rejuvenating.

I am grateful  for Ma and Pa. They care, they love, they accept.

I am grateful for each thing I learn each day. Life is interesting.

I am grateful for all my friends. They are a joy.

I am grateful for Bu. He is a delight to know.

I am grateful for love and life. The true blessings.

I am grateful for money. It shapes, it gives.

I am grateful for copywriting. A true love.

I'm grateful for my future. It is inviting.

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