Today...now what about today! Was it special ? Now everyday is! For me, for you and I guess for everybody, each new day is special. It was a foggy morning today. It has been this way for the past few days. I somehow like foggy mornings. They are so full of that mysterious feel. The fog, the haze, the moist air all set my grey cells rolling and they kinda freak out.

Now coming back to today...the day was super special. Why? Because it was sans Bai. 

Hey! That rhymed! Jokes apart my mornings start with the alarm. As I keep tossing and twirling in the bed, like those lettuce leaves in the big bowl of salad, the doorbell sets me up, right on my feet. Today was no different. Pratap was there at the door ready to take Chiku, Tani and Appy for their daily morning walk. Yupps! They have the luxury of going for walks, I don't.  Now do not ask me why! I don't because I patiently wait for the house helps to arrive.

It is usually Regina, the one who helps me with the cleaning etc.who arrives first. As the hands of the minutes and seconds ticked away today, my heart beat faster, my blood was speeding through the veins. Much time elapsed before I picked up the phone and dialled her number. She picked up and said she was not coming in a very casual way. I wanted to scream, took a deep breath and coolly told her," no need of coming now. Don't come at all," and hung up. Gosh! What did I do? No..yes, I had already said those words. Grrrr! How could I !

I felt like losing my consciousness as the hours inched ahead. Oh God! Lipika is not coming today again. Lipika, my cook. Had not turned up the day before too. She had been to Haridwar with her family. This woman cannot tolerate the smell of diesel/petrol and always falls sick whenever she travels long distances. Now why the hell did she have to go to Haridwar. What 'paaps' (sins) did she have to wash away! Ahh! Poor me! As it is was under the spell of a toothache and now these two ..God, why me?

My hands did not move towards the cell to call her up. My brain was already summing it all up- the milk to be boiled and then tea for the hubby. Lunch for the boys, their tiffins, breakfast, washing, sweeping, mopping, clothes...then I had two healing sessions today and an appointment at the salon. I was about to have that anxiety attack, but I started singing. Yes music has been my soul food since childhood and comes to my rescue very often. Even if you are not a very good singer, you must sing. It is so relaxing and actually soothes the nerves.

Thankfully the husband woke up earlier than usual, so I did not have to keep repeating myself asking him to have the 'chai' till it was 'garam' (hot). 

The day my helps don't turn up, I get super powers. One by one, phataphat( quickly) all the chores were over. In between I connected with friends on Whatsapp and Facebook and Twitter too. Twitter...that reminds of Tatasky. These guys were too good with their customer care before but now everything has gone for a toss. Nowadays whenever there are issues they get resolved once I start tweeting about my grievances.  Today was another such day. So verbal words exchanged over the phone with their customer care, the tweets and the daily chores walked side by side. The issue still persists but thankfully I was ready on time for my sessions.

The hubby had promised to take me to the salon, but as usual he came late. While he was driving, we both were chatting and he took a wrong turn. We had to go all the way further down and then come back again. So more time consumed. Hey no! I was cool. Was enjoying because hubby had said no cooking at night. 

While at the salon, I got a call from Lipika.  She was at the gate. I told her to take the keys from the guard and do her bit as I heaved a big sigh of relief. 

Reached home a little late. Relaxed a bit, had dinner, fed the four legged babies, played with them. Playing with Appy, Tani, Chiku infuses a whole lot of energy in me. A pet is always so therapeutic.  All the day's tiredness vanished within seconds; and now it is time to tuck into my quilt as I dig into the 'nolen gurer shondesh', one of the small little pleasures that life offers, as the fast asleep hubby snores in his dreamland.

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