it’s been a harrowing week and then some. despite being a self proclaimed carnivore, i have been living on plants and produce for the past week. (don’t ask why). the fact that these life events happen a week before my periods are due, is proof that there is a higher evil. tensions are high. doc (the husband) and i had made peace with the  oxymoronic verdict of it being everyone’s and no one’s fault.

the days when nothing goes right, madras doesn’t help. madras makes its presence known by being thickly sticky with ascending degrees of warm. you don’t notice when you go about your day, so madras commands attention when you are having a bad day. the stickiness, the intemperate heat, the unexpected traffic congestions and diversions that popped up on that day. running errands in madras when are having a bad day is an Olympic sport by it self.

so here iam in the juggling bags on my two wheeler, cursing myself for not having mastered driving yet, when a split second decision brings me into the air conditioned respite of a small cafe.

I get myself a filter kaapi, a second later ask for a samosa too. few relaxed breaths and soothing sips of kaapi later, i see clear.

i don’t diminish the value of the moment with distracted doomscrolling. i focus on being present with my self, enjoying the spicy, tangyness of the samosa and the sweetness of the coffee, albeit a tad blah given my tongue’s snob status when it comes to coffee. nevertheless this bland, unordinary moment brought back so much life into my dying resolve.

a minute for myself,
a cog in the wheel,
pockets of peace,
every moment consequential.

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