Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Best way forward

It's getting warmer and Raj couldn't stop himself buying thong bikini bottoms for me. He is planning beach trips so he could enjoy my beautifully-shaped big butt in the California sun. When I was having enormous fun in Mexico with Leena and Sangha, I almost had forgotten the life back home, cooking, cleaning, and tending to screaming children and husband all day long. Then Raj would write me these long messages on Whatsapp, saying how lonely he had become in a matter of a few days without me. He said life had lost taste and had no meaning or purpose when I was not there with him. 

Why there are no boy trips or why boy trips are not as fun as girl trips? I would be so happy to send Raj away for some boy trips and perfectly content with myself at home alone with my children. Men are unbelievably fragile. 

In Mexico, I had the BEST time with Leena. Every night if we didn't party with handsome Latino guys until 5am, we were giggling and gossiping until 4am on our bed. The Airbnb was ginormous, huge living room, a wide and long corridor, and three giant bedrooms. But I was scared of ghosts, Mexican ghosts, and indigenous spirits (Leena comforted me that people there were so happy, their ghosts must be happy ghosts too, which is 1000% true), and Leena was scared of bad people so we crumbled in one bed and slept, every day for 3-4 hours.    

When we partied, like always, we pretended to be lesbians, we danced like two girl lovers. Especially in a foreign country, it's the best way to protect ourselves as we figured. But Mexico was so safe, that none of us had any clue before going. All we knew was the gang and drug-related news on mainstream media. As Caio, our newly met handsome Brazilian sweetheart (for Sangha) said, usually only negative voices are loud, which consist of 0.5% of all the voices, normal people's happy daily lives don't, and have no need to make a loud sound. 

Leena and I couldn't stop ourselves in awe with how clean and green Mexico was, how polite the people there and how safe it was for women because women were everywhere, wearing and doing whatever. Don't know why we automatically compare Mexico to India and to our deepest surprise, India is at least 50 years behind Mexico, especially in the way how women present themselves and the overall environment they face. A shithole for women, still. 

Even though the whole experience was safe and warm, we loved to stick to each other as a couple. We danced certain suggestive moves wherever we put our foot; we stormed into the crowd with our arms in the air, legs on each other; we rubbed ourselves on the new friends we made in Mexico who were a group of Caio's colleagues; and we pulled out and disappeared once guys started getting slurpy and handsy. And we talked about it for hours in bed after the fiesta: we both love to be different and wild, we both enjoy being the troublemakers, we love to throw stones into still water and run away. I always loved it, Raj loves me being like that, I didn't know Leena was exactly the same. Guess it does take a Mexico girl trip to find out. Leena always lives to her true wild self when she is alone with me who always strips off every piece of clothing and skin when people are still getting used to the waters. Ha! I have no boundaries. 

Sandra has been doing good too. Moved out peacefully, now living her quiet life by herself. I make sure to hang out with her once a few weeks. This Saturday I'm gonna take her out for a date! I guess it will be her first date for many many years. We will dress up nicely and have some drinks somewhere. 

She told me there's a guy in her car group, somehow they've been talking every day. They decided to meet on Sunday. 

"So me taking you out is to prepare your mood then." 

"What mood?" 

"The mood of being open, the mood of having an open heart, ready for new experiences with whoever and whatever they have become in your life." 

"Ya, exactly, whatever they will become, I'm never in any rush to figure out. I carried too much burden before, now I'm learning to unload one by one." 

"Exactly! With me, I'm pretty sure you will unload everything and be stripped naked lol!"

"The best way to enjoy nature and our lives, no?"

"Exactly!"

Thursday, February 22, 2024

Frida Kahlo


her brushes were bleeding
her colors were screaming
 
she thought that he understood her
only him,
equipped with the intelligence to love her
so she loved him with all she had

walls and ceilings were crawling with her emotions
clouds and rainbows were where her mind dwelled
her suns were moons
her dreams were existence

and she was alone,
she was burned to ashes in loneliness
everyone in her life was cut into small pieces
and consumed by darkness

but she resisted and she persisted
screws in her spine and blades in her throat
she lived

with her bleeding brushes 
and her screaming colors