Heaven sent, Heaven stole.

Delhi's heat evaporated my patience the moment I landed at the airport. Saw my name on a Placard and I turned towards that direction. On the flight here, I was seated next to a guy who kept ramming me with questions on where I came from, what I do, whom am I meeting in Delhi..After 10 mins of it and I asked the flight attendant if I could change seat, right in front of him. And she shifted me next to an elderly woman who smiled and then asked 'Betta, kaha se ho?' Where are you from? Japan? And I said 'Yes!' Funny, it was the name of a country that I'd erased from my head & this woman so easily set the mood for the rest of my flight. That reminds me I have a ring to return. & so so much more.

I quickly gave her my corporate meal (Its a budget airline, no meals were served & we Indians don't like anything that's not free) and it served its purpose. Kept her mouth busy. She thought I was kind!
Two weeks of tedious talks at home and I am this. My sister blurted things that she didn't want to, I know. I love them to death, But Gosh, One more sessions on counseling and Marriage and I am so close to killing myself.
Freja came to see me at the Airport, Dad and Abe was with me, She told me she met with an accident because she rushed on the bike. I looked at her bruises and I thought its so futile, all the hopes that a 21 yr old kid is weaving. Even on 3 prozacs I know all the hallucinations that I'll eventually wake up from. Reality being one of 'em.

Just got here in this room and I downed a Vodka straight. And put Skin on loud. A wasted day today talking with the officials & this heat don't help.How do I head to Bali with all the baggage that I bring in in my head..

I am wearing the charm that mom gave me, on my waist & its a silver on a black thread, i fiddled with it, stare at it..What kinda protection do I need? The enemy is within.