The day I first came to see the house I live in now, I ate food at a cafe downstairs. I had the fish. It made me feel like this new place had accepted me. And yet I didn’t speak of the flat to anyone because, well, what if it didn’t work out!
Sorry to disappoint you old insecure Prachi but I live in that flat and I went to the cafe again tonight. Alone. I ate the same fish, read a good book, laughed at a funny part, didn’t eat dessert, had a long conversation with the owner, had my lame joke laughed at, shared a smile with a guy sitting at the next table, thought of a great idea (street food scented perfume) and paid the bill with my own money.
I be-d my own fun person. If I came back in time and told you about today, you would not believe me.