6 months later...

I looked myself at the mirror again. It was full of mist from the steam in the room. I'd just taken my second bath. Hot water. They say hot water ruins your hair, but nothing like it. The shampoo applied generously. The conditioner that is used rarely. The moisturising body wash which was so expensive and now, I couldn't see clearly in the mirror.

Was my kajal right, was my hair set properly? I thought I looked good. In a creamy white kurta with a not so gaudy gold print, dark blue jeans, just the right amount of make up for a coffee place, hair neatly washed and blow-dried. Maybe, I should have used the compact? But I have never used it before. So, I guess I should skip it. Then, I saw the flaws. Those eyebrows which are growing again, the dark circles. Dammit! What kind of an impression was I going to make? Phone rings. Shit!

I walked out, literally running on my way out, tense, worried if I was okay. Could I work the old magic again? Could I be normal instead of falling all over? Will I drop the fork as I usually do?

I check my matching bronze coloured bag again. I have my quick make up set (only kajal for those who think its a lot!), lip gloss and the phone. Oh, do I have cash? Mebbe I should take the card! Looked into bag for nth time. I always forget something or the other.

Phone- Check
Kajal - Check
Cash- Check
Lip Gloss- Check
Dinner for AB- Oh no! I haven't cooked for AB! Damn. Phone rings.

Today, he can cook for himself. I cannot stop now. I've made the decision. Its my day. My moment.

Finally, I walk out to the place where the car is waiting for me. I'd anyway warned that I'm not dressy or anything. Do I look okay from far? Do I walk like a penguin? Oh, these heels hurt. Damn! The driver of the car was given wrong directions. By yours truly, of course. In my excitement, I forgot the neighbouring store that I passed everyday. And its known that my direction skills suck anyway! I did not know the driver had the same issues as me in terms of navigation. Thank God, I won't be the only one looking stupid! There it is. The silver car. With the driver I'm going out with. For coffee only, this time. But that was enough for today.

The driver drove effortlessly, almost making me envious. Soon, I relaxed. Started talking (that is the only way I know!) about random stuff. Traffic, blogs, people. Men. We reach the place. Settle down at a table on the porch or whatever they call it. I'm okay now. Absolutely okay. I can crack this. I've done this before. So what if I haven't met another human being (apart from AB) in this set-up for 6 months now. I'm a natural. Smile, talk... Listen only for a second. Because I have so much to say. So much to talk about. So much to reveal. After all, its been 6 months that I've waited for this, to tell all, to listen , to laugh, to almost cry, to hug, to crib, to bitch.

A cappuccino, a watermelon martini, hummus and pita chips, goat cheese balls and a sacher torte later, and lots of telling and listening and laughing later, 2 hours later, we decided to part for now. The driver was kind enough to drop me back home. Of course, we lost our way again. But then, that is what I wanted to do, right? Lose my way all over again. Go back to what I need most, now. Now, when I so needed to know that its all going to be over, now when I listened to the same problems I face, watching knowing nods, nodding along. I came back running skipping along my way. I wanted the whole world to know how happy I was, how relieved I was. I was the same. I found my old confidence coming back, all the negativity running away, all the regrets losing their lustre, the smile returned, the eyes glowed. Now, I could go. I could go to all those chick-flicks and cry loudly, eat all the chocolate ice cream, bitch about anything and everything, sit and just pass time. I could do it all again. I had someone to do it with. I had a friend now. A girl-friend.