Red Pouch

Where was it from? Someone threw it at me or was it a strong jolt of wind which prompted this tree to bomb it on me. This thin branch of tree, certainly, was painful. Anyway, let’s forget it. It is best to ignore such natural threats in a strange city.

The Park looks full. People are checking out their smart-phones under the tree. I wonder why they are doing it while wearing track shorts. Who they kid when they wear running shoes before leaving for this park, bluffing their selves that they might run. But instead, they sit & instagram their selfies under the tree.

By the way, why am I judging? I pretty much do the same thing. In fact, I tried doing the same just moments ago, under that Tipu Sultan look-a-like sculpture next to the traffic signal. It was an Epic failure though. I looked hideous. Have to delete it first and foremost when I reach my hotel room.

Aah! Again a traffic signal. There is not even a Zebra crossing here. Who cares! Let’s cross it. Shit there is a police man. But I don’t think he is looking at me. Or maybe he ignored. For a minute I was scared. Getting caught by a cop in a foreign country. Who knows what laws they might impose. May be a huge fine or worse; jail. Shit.

Guess he too is enjoying his weekend. And I think I should stop bringing my Haryana baggage here. I mean this is not Haryana Police. And Many thanks to God for that. Imagine Haryana Police in Manila, Philippines. This city would have been a big mess.

I feel my denims are loose from waist. The last 8 No-Taxi-Days have certainly started paying off. Oh man! I love life right now. Like so much so that I instantly jumped onto the next slope like a baby.

Cool Breeze, empty road. I am letting my hair open. I want to swirl like a ballet dancer right now. But guess it is better to control my emotions. Who knows what laws this country might have for Psychos.

People who walk past me, make me nervous. Either I have a fear of being groped or I have a fear of being robbed. I hold my red pouch a bit firmly. But hey, this is not Haryana. I don’t think anybody is even noticing me. Loosen the grip girl. Enjoy the walk for a while. Actually yes, I should. I am no longer in Haryana. I am in Manila. City of gays & happily married couples. I hardly get noticed here. No place for straight girls. Rather, very much a place for a north Indian girl. We can LIVE here. We can carry our red pouches like just pouches. Not as if it is a loaded brief-case. We can wear 5 inch heels and walk all the way to office. We are served with smiles by people wherever we go.

My hotel building looks tall and majestic. Makes me feel proud because I personally selected this place. Cheap, value for money & with a fantastic view. I should probably post a picture of the view when I go back to the room and pen this down in my blog.

These small successes make us so happy. Like finding a good place. Making your own little den in a strange new city. Walking to a movie theater & not taking a taxi. Such freedom & joy.

Guess, evening it is. Traffic is overtaking humans on the road. Time to tie my hair up. Front bangs are irritating me now. Feel like having a smoke. But I should ignore this feeling. Following a fat couple. And Yey! Zebra crossing crossed.

Buying 2 fags now. Is it ‘Sex and The City’ episodes on TV or my writing hormones , that I  instinctively bought 2 marls & lighted one. Now heading to that shady Korean undergarments store.

Due to a week’s extension in this city, now short on panties. Apparently, the laundry people are way busier than me. Hence best is to buy one. And Korean stuff is amazing when it comes to cheap, good quality undergarments. 1 $ for a panty. Not bad.

Crossing the road for my hotel now. Aah, so tired.

The glass entrance doors open up automatically and I feel that cool gush of air. Oh Dear Centralized Air Conditioning, Why on earth I love you so much!

Home now. Back to happy bellboys. Atleast their smiles convince you that they are happy. Unlike mine; always day dreaming while nodding & smiling at them. Lift is here. Swipes card. Woohoo!

Guess what breaks my day-dreaming? This view from my window:-

Manila, Philippines

PS – Back from “The Secret Life Of Walter Mitty”, Pathetic movie. Don’t know why I am mentioning this but the lead guy in this movie, was a kick ass day dreamer. Just like; yours truly!