Joie de vivre

Whoever coined ‘monday blues’ needed to meet me yesterday for a 180 degree turn in opinion. The focus of the day was 100% unadulterated fun and Ro and I had just that.

After about a decade, I indulged in cotton candy. Rancorously pink. Sickly sweet. Making my face and hands sticky and filling me with a delight long forgotten in my tumultuous adult road trip.

The other treat was a ride on the Ferris wheel. It was quite literally breath taking. The wooziness notwithstanding, it felt so damn cathartic! The last time I rode a Ferris was back in Delhi, in the Hindu College campus during their annual college fest, screaming my lungs out and IK holding my shoulders tightly, assuring me that the laws of physics wouldn’t allow me to ‘eject’ from the seat! That ride had ended with me retching on his much-treasured shirt and he falling in love with me. Strange world this!

As a result, (embarrassed by the retching not the declaration of love!) I had vowed never to ride a Ferris again, and I kept it till now. Last evening, however, got seduced by the idea of trying something I always thought I don’t have the guts for. This time I just screamed, amusing Ro, but other than that I did fine.

Later that evening, we went to meet my best friend’s family. Cozy evening with a much cherished hot cup of tea and relaxed talk.

Yesterday, I rediscovered the meaning of joie de vivre.