Ahhhh, what a fabulous time I’ve been having. Now I’m finally back in Delhi after a brilliant, brilliant time at the beach and my various travel escapades, and Delhi has the early springtime glow about it, even though I still have my heater on, because I’m a wuss about the cold, clearly. But the feeling of well being persists, and all is well in my world.
And all this activity and not a thing to blog about. This is the problem with well being, generally, it leaves you with a profound lack of drama.
I would’ve been getting married last week. The dates we fixed on were the 22nd to the 24th. The 22nd was the dinner plus mehendi thing, the 23rd was the wedding and the 24th, the reception. It would have been a good wedding too, but the marriage? Probably not. It’s funny the things you learn in retrospect.
And the other funny thing about going on a beach holiday by yourself? Sitting there, watching the waves, the occasional falling star in a sky scattered with them, I released JC out of my system for once and for all. He’s gone now, leaving only the faintest echo, which should fade away soon.
So, now, I am truly single. Not even the ghosts of ex-boyfriends to keep me company. I am all alone, at last, and it’s not as lonely as you think it’s going to be. At other times, it’s every bit as lonely.
But I’m on my own now, baby.