Its the weekend after the most hectic week of the year. Monday began with an unplanned and rather random work trip to Hyderabad thrown at me me. So off I went telling myself that at least there was Hyderabadi Biryani to look forward to, in the midst of the madness. A biryani dinner and a restless night spent at a serviced apartment later, I found myself in a meeting that went on for longer than planned. Consequently, I missed the last direct flight back to Goa for the day, a rerouted my return via a late night flight to Bombay. Rushed home to meet the sister close to midnight, spent an hour with her and my lovely aunt (who also bought me some Bombay style Pav Bhaji, which I happily consumed at that unearthly hour!), crashed for two hours after, only to wake up at 3.30 am and catch a cab back to the airport I had left only a few hours before. It was all a bit surreal to me. I can’t believe I was in Bombay for a few hours. Because I missed a flight from Hyderabad to Goa. All because I was so engrossed in my meeting. Anyhoo, I took the earliest of early morning flights back home. Came home, crashed for a few hours more and dragged my sleepy ass back to work, only to dive straight back into the backlog I had created from being away for two days. Joy!
The rest of the week has been a constant race against time. Kind of like a magic mystery of a never ending list of things to do. The more I race to knock things off, they just don’t seem to get ticked off the list, which is growing longer still. The result: I have a ton of work I want to accomplish by the weekend, so I can go into the next week with a fresh slate, rather than with the stale leftovers of last week still lingering around.
I could be at work, where I know I will probably focus a lot more. But 6 days of craziness has made me feel like such an outsider in my home. It’s been a week of leaving home at 8 am, returning past dinner, only to stumble towards the bed and crash. I’ve worked long hours, stretching myself to finish things and move on. I haven’t cooked in my kitchen all week. I haven’t tended to my home the way I’d like to. I haven’t read all week. I have eaten every meal outside. And its beginning to make me sick.
On the upside, there is a tremendous energy I’ve found at work. Something I haven’t felt in a long time. I’m still stumbling on a few things, but I have found the rhythm to chug along and get through it. In a good way. I have been tired with the long hours, but I have left work every day feeling very satisfied and happy at the effort I have given each thing I’ve done. And that, my friends, is such a big step up for me, I want to hang on to every moment of it.
But yeah, I feel so strange to be home today. In a way that makes me want to quickly familiarize myself with my home again. So even though I have a giant list of work to-dos, things I should be doing at office, so as to minimize wastage of time, I’m here at home. Lying in bed. And all I want to do today is BE. So that’s what I’m going to do. Be at home. Work. Go to the market. Stock up on some fresh veggies. Find some strawberries (before the season ends). Make some Jam. Cook BBB for dinner. Finish my book. And plan my holiday for the month.