I am the goddess of the roads
After a late dinner last night, I wasn’t looking forward to today. Especially as it meant that I would have to drive to work in my new car and probably die in a crash within the first five minutes. My maid’s talkative arrival didn’t improve things. But then, the day took an incredible upswing. My maid came to me when I was trying to coyly walk from my bathroom to my bedroom in a towel and starting ranting in Marathi as usual. This, after I have told her, yelled at her, begged her to shut up because I don’t understand a word she’s saying! Anyway… after about 10 minutes of confusing dialogue and wild gestures I understood that she had gotten her period and wanted a pad. Oh, ok, sure. I went and got her a couple. She insisted that one was enough but she again went into a long series of words and actions and another few minutes were infuriatingly wasted. Turns out, she wasn’t wearing any underwear and wanted a pair of mine… I made a face and gave her one. And quickly went into my room to get dressed as I suddenly felt very naked. When I came out, there she was smiling in her crazed way. And then came the cherry on top- she lifted her saree up to show me how lovely the panties were and how much she loved them. Of course you love them you whore!! LEAVE ME ALONE!
When she left, my discomfort turned into a fit of laughter and suddenly I was excited for the day to unfold. With my uncle for company and moral support, I got into my car (nicknamed Button for now), put on a James Brown CD and took off. Suddenly, I couldn’t figure out why exactly I hated driving or even thought that it was diffcult. It seemed really fine. I was even enjoying the experience. Despite the sporadic traffic and the rain. I can totally do this. Phew. But let’s not jinx it.
At work, something equally magical happened. The day was busy and full of lots of little tasks as everything seemed to have been left to today. Plus, it was exceptionally hot outside and everyone seemed to be highstrung for some reason. But afterwards, we all went to check out some building terraces for a pivotal scene in our film. It was dark, and all the places were adjacent to the sea and sigh… The breeze, the views, the high high heights- it was seriously orgasmic. This one enchanting roof, which had a 15 feet ladder leading up to this water storage tank, from where Bombay seemed like heaven. It felt, all at the same time, a mixture of Manhattan, Simla, Prague, and London. I lay down on that water tank, a little intoxicated with the breeze and looked at the clouds pass the scattered stars and felt completely satisfied with life.
And then I drove back to my house, all my myself, and made my regular dinner of popcorn and green chillies omelette and now am watching the Rakhi Sawant Show. Thank you Lord, for I am a blessed woman.
