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.