I called Raghav but the call was answered by Sarica (his girlfriend). She told me that Raghav had a night shift and was sleeping. We had a casual conversation in which I came to know that Sarica and Raghav were in a live-in situation. After some niceties Sarica told me that she would ask Raghav to call me back and we hung up.

"Oh My God! What is this? What am I going to do?? Why should I be the one shouldering everyone's problems?" I began thinking... but I got to be nice to Shaumitro too!

I had a tough time at the office today. I am working on a project which deals with sustainable buildings. These are essentially those buildings that use less water, optimize energy efficiency, conserve natural resources, generate less waste and provide healthier spaces for occupants, as compared to a conventional building. Having done my specialization in the subject, it was only natural for me to be appointed the project head.

I've always enjoyed leading my team and have never shied off from my responsibilities but the scene with this group of co-workers happens to be a little different. My team members are by far much older than I am and it seems that they had a difficult time assimilating that creativity has nothing to do with age. I have faced a lot of opposition from them every now and then and they often openly oppose my ideas by claiming them to be impractical. I am hence required to be on the site to prove my credentials on most occasions. It is only when proven otherwise that they agree to my point of view. Oh Diary! Sincere thanks to you for lending me such a patient ear or else who would I have shared my frustrations with?

So anyway, while going back home I received a call from Raghav, as I was driving I requested if he could call me after thirty minutes... yes, I don't drive while talking, not even on hands-free! I was having my refreshing cup of green tea when the phone buzzed. It was Vishal, who left me a nice romantic message, "Messages don't travel as fast as thoughts and you were in my thoughts." After reading the message my face turned red and I felt a sudden surge of hormones in my body... I was itching to call Vishal, when my phone rang again - it was Raghav, sigh.

During our conversation I mentioned Shaumitro's name a couple of times hoping that Raghav would react at the mention of his name. But, when I received no such response, I finally decided to tell him all about Shaks and his feelings for Raghav.

Hearing that Raghav was taken aback and he said that he had just danced with him as any two friends would and that he hadn't even given this issue any kind of a thought and moreover in his unique way he made it crystal clear to me that he was straight and fully committed to Sarica, so the question of that date was actually a moot point. He also said it would be for Shaumitro's own good that he avoided meeting him so he didn't get any wrong ideas and ended up hurting Shaumitro's feelings further. I was happy that the air of confusion had been diluted but at the same time I was worried as to how I would break the news to Shaumitro... Considering the fact that I have a shopping spree scheduled for tomorrow, and Shaumitro's involvement is going to be indispensible, how was I going to face him, let alone break the news?

So I have decided I will not tell this story to him - well, not before buying my BLUE dress at least, though it does seem selfish on my part but this news will most definitely spoil Shaumitro's mood and I need him to be at his artistic best while selecting my dress.

I got up early today to do pranayam and yoga. Saturday is the day for my yogurt and honey bath and I credit the secret of my supple, clear and radiant skin to this age old recipe. Though it takes more time than my usual routine but I don't mind as on Saturday I am relatively free. I dressed up in my mauve t-shirt and beige skirt sans makeup. My gladiator sandals were a perfect match to my attire and my sparkling American diamond danglers were adding that extra dash to my look. Shaumitro gave an appreciative glance to my look and said some designer instinct is eventually rubbing on you. We sat in his car but all throughout I had this guilt in my mind that I was doing something wrong so, finally, while going toward the M&S outlet in Ambiance Mall I could not resist and told Shaumitro about Raghav's conversation. I could see the distraught on Shaks face but I was relieved from the burden of guilt from my heart. After a while Shaks suggested why don't you wear something which is not absolutely western?? Thus we headed towards the Indo-Western section, now let me tell you, this was the same man who had his heart broken a few minutes back and to tell the truth I was amazed at how strong he looked (at least on the outside). A part of me yearned to give him a big hug but then maybe it would better serve him to be with his artistic side at least for now, so I decided to ask him about it later.

To be continued...

See below to read previous entries
The Diary of a Desi Girl Volume 6 - Rendezvous with My Inner Self
The Diary of a Desi Girl Volume 5 - My Karmic Dilemma
The Diary of a Desi Girl Volume 4 - The Vishal Effect
The Diary of a Desi Girl Volume 3 - I Break My Rules... Well Almost
The Diary of a Desi Girl Volume 2
The Diary of a Desi Girl Volume 1