|The Diary of a Desi Girl Volume 4 - The Vishal Effect
|I was back into the thick of the action and it made me feel so very lively, spirited and chirpy. Romantic songs made sense once again and I began having meaningless talks with myself in the mirror.
|by Neeti Dixit
The whole conversation with Vishal the previous night had kind of rekindled a part of me that I had most admired. I bounced like a bubble from cabin to cabin in the office. Finally, it was Praveen, an intern, who posed the question - "Is it your B'day ma'am?" he wanted to know. "Well, it could be if you guys are throwing me a party," I explained cheerfully.
"Is it love or Dove?" Sandhya wanted to know too. And, they all knew I had romance back in my life. I, on the other hand was passing through a phase of utter confusion. On one hand I wanted to scream and tell the world of my romantic involvement, while on the other I knew that that wouldn't be the wisest thing to do.
I was transformed into a lively teenager once again. Dancing, yelling and even cheering for team India during that evening's cricket match against Australia. It was ages since I watched one of them, leave alone cheer for them. Don't tell anybody, but I even agreed to go to India Gate to celebrate India's cricket world cup victory... Imagine!!!!
Vishal and I had met over a chat session the previous night and we intended doing the same thing tonight. It wasn't so much the proximity of being able to be sexually active, but the fact that I had a romantic involvement, that seemed to be doing the trick.....oh Gawd no....Not that I was head over heels in love with him either....it's just that I had a MAN in my life after such a long time.
We discussed all random topics and teased each others' intellectual capabilities. We also discussed our past affairs and laughed until our sides ached. I had then commented, "Laughing at your own mistakes can lengthen your life."
"Who said that?" He wanted to know. I replied, "Shakespeare." And he had immediately added, "laughing at your girlfriend's mistake can shorten your life." When I asked him as to who had passed on that information to him, he immediately retorted, "Shakespeare's girlfriend!"
In fact, it was a delight to discover that he wasn't that huge a 'Dh...uh' I had imagined him to be. But, what really gave him a 10 pointer was his sense of humor besides his super macho-man image of-course. Tall, dark and handsome weren't my type ever, but this one made me feel quite like a fragile doll at my 5 feet 5 inches and surprisingly I was beginning to like imagining me and him together.
Well, did I tell you yet? Vishal is not a Delhite at all. He in fact belongs to Lucknow, is working in Mumbai and was here last weekend for a conference. Abir happens to be his first cousin. The best part is that he is scheduled to be back in Delhi for another conference sometime next fortnight. So, that leaves me just enough time to get back into my regular detoxification routine comprising of yoga, meditation and diet to win all my lost glow and glory back.
So huge is the impact of his presence in my life that I have already begun my morning routine of 12 sets of 'Surya Namaskar' followed by a glass of carrot, beetroot and pomegranate juice and not to forget a 5 kilometer run at Nehru Garden. After office I meditate and call it a day after an early dinner. Wow! No booz for the entire week except the weekend. My life seems so much in control now.
Vishal had mentioned that blue was his favorite color. And, ever since I have been on the look out to get something sexy in blue for our next rendezvous. I know who exactly to get in touch with... It's got to be Shoumitro of course!
To be continued...