MMMM....

So, this feast of cold cuts, oysters, pate, cheeses, asparagus and other exotic veggies and crunchy desserts, served as a buffet along with your choice of main course and unlimited alcohol is worth every penny, Rs 1,800, exclusive of taxes, to be precise. Tiger white wine is my poison. 

 

STRANGER

BRUNCH was awesome this week, mostly because I attended a rhythmic breathing-improv dance-yoga class before heading to the venue. The strategy paid off.  The tone of my voice was rich and vibrant. I felt energetic and confident, and it seemed to emanate from a happy place, within me. 

We had a substitute drummer this week, a cute chap with the most sincere smile and puppy dog eyes. He seemed more evolved than the rest of the band members and his presence lent a certain positive vibe to the experience. However, I noticed that though he was friendly, he was also detached, and my hunch turned out to be true. 

The lead guitarist who plays a leadership role in the scheme of things suggested that I get a lift back home with the drummer. So, he agreed. On the way home, he got a call from his wife and he had a 10-minute conversation, post which he seemed very shook. And then he spilled the beans to me, a complete stranger, ‘ because I came across as a ‘nice person’.

His wife was possessive and his dad was a complete pain in the ass. And they all co-habitated under the same room, along with this two girls. And the friction coupled with the constant shortage of funds makes my life seem like a dream. Sigh.