Journal 2.6.2023 10.28 am

Dear Journal,

There are a few things to celebrate.

I did not go ahead and buy those Fab India earrings.

I did not buy sweets or Lassi from Punjab Dairy today.

I waited like a good girl to issue a cheque book and card, and drew cash which I intend to use judiciously.

I'll be reaching office late today given that I just boarded a Metro.

Pa has loaned me 500 bucks which I kept at home. It's no point wasting money on Krao since I don't take those pills but who is to explain that to Ma and Pa. I am compelled to pretend I'm taking the pills.

I am jubilating over the fact that I feel absolutely fine.

Buro's wedding will be a sweet massive affair.

Love,

Me.

I am grateful for banks. They allow our money to grow.

I am grateful for my phone. It is a means to be connected to the outer world.

I am grateful for my brother. He is a joy to know.

I am grateful for ma and Pa. They are blessings to have.

I am grateful for the food I eat. It is a great joy.

I am grateful for my fingers. They write, paint and type.

I am grateful for my body. It is a temple.

I am grateful for my soul.

I am grateful for this wonderful beautiful life.

I remember waking up to a dream: someone next to me is eating fish, and q enters and ignores me and starts talking to the girl next to me. He glares at me from time to time.

I love theatre. I love my life. I love me. I love my parents. I love my brother. I love my relatives and my friends. I love love.

10.38 am