Maa and Kym are in Mumbai, with Kym’s Aditi atya and Hrishi chacha. I have the entire weekend to kill. And it’s Friday, cheat day.
The plan was to go to the club, knock back a few drinks (Old Monk and soda for me, with a twist of lime), shoot the breeze with a friend (discussing life, politics, parenting, and perhaps music or art, if time permitted), and finish it off with a butter chicken and naan, followed by a (or maybe two, if I felt exceedingly indulgent) caramel custard.
Seems something else was in store for me tonight.
So, here I am, at home, watching the brilliant and intriguing ‘The Pale Blue Eye‘ on Netflix as the slightly-better-than-passable Islay whisky (a Christmas gift from a generous & beautiful English friend) with just a splash of cold water settles below the throat with a slow warmth permeating first around the gut and then, like rays of the early morning winter’s sun, projecting through the body until it reaches the extremities and creates a tingly sensation in the fingertips and toes, making you feel that despite everything, all’s well with the world.
Ah. Serendipity!
