I'm happy. At this point, right this moment, I am happy and unapologetic about it. It does not imply that I'm unhappy otherwise, it simply means what it says. I'm in Bangalore for the weekend to meet my friends. To make new happy memories and feel like a giggly teenager again.
I don't want this to be a justification post. That's all I have been doing recently. Justifying to myself why I am here, why it's not criminal for me to leave my daughter with the husband in Mumbai and come hang with my friends. When I was explaining to N why and where I was going, I caught myself telling her that mama is going to Bangalore for work for 2 days like papa goes. I quickly corrected myself and told her that I did have some work (which I do) (*still justifying*) but I was going to meet my friends. And she understood. I did not want her to grow up thinking that there is something wrong in wanting some time to yourself. Kids are amazing creatures, stronger and more perceptive than we think.
So what have I been doing? Lazing, eating, drinking, chatting....days filled with my girls thinking of what all they can do to make me feel special. Not many people are blessed like I am.
I also surprised myself by missing home. I miss my baby and I miss normalcy. I'm looking forward to taking that flight home today. Which is what makes me more happy than anything else. The realisation that this trip wasn't an escape of sorts. Rather, it was simply a break from being responsible and letting myself feel like a girl again.
The full story of the places I scouted will be out soon when I publish the article. But the crux of the matter is this - that I'm happy.
