Wednesday 1 April 2015

Stuff dreams are made of

Me: I dreamt that i am going to office.
Me again: Nothing surprising here.
Me: In a "popti" green saree.... Driving a convertible called 'cavala rotor'
Me again: Wait.. what?!
And, the office is in a temple's premises...!

I am not sure if i should be happy about the convertible, miserable about being in a saree, dreadful about the shocking green or bummed by the office being in a temple premises.

With this I woke up with a heavy head and hoping that that I didn't just see into the future. I don't think I can work draped in a saree.

As I struggle into my swimming costume to leave for the pool, I pondered over my sense of fashion - jeans and a T-shirt. A sweatshirt on colder days.

I look over at my roomie sprawled in her bed and snoring away the dawn. In couple of hours this human frame will transform into a SFW well-dressed girl, with appropriate make-up, ready to take the workday head-on.

Whereas, I would be chuffed at having woken up early and spent a good hour at workout in the pool. So, not much thought will go into dressing up for work.

I have come a long way with my clothing. But, it still makes my roomie frown and expect much more from me as far as my fashion sense goes.

With these thoughts I dive in and let the cool water wash over me and kick these musings out of my mind.

I have recently started swimming regularly and loving every bit of it. Any form of exercise has always made me happy and calm. However, weight loss has always been elusive. (More on this later.) Since I had learnt swimming in my childhood, I quickly became used to the water and was able to manage on my own without the snarky coach passing demotivating remarks about how I am succeeding with my plans to drown.

Time flies when you are in water. Be it a in a swimming pool or in the shower. You feel you've just entered but the watch has a different story to tell.

The thoughts that I left outside the pool about my disastrous sense of fashion quickly latched on as I climbed out of the water; successfully making me brood on my way back home.

I reach home and I see the transformed humanoid yelling an energetic "good morning" to me. Needless to say, so much love around and it becomes impossible to brood over silly things. I quickly dress up SFW and join my roomie for breakfast. She looks me up head to toe,  and with a hint if an appreciative smile says "someone's dressed up well today!"

Well, what can I say...