I feel like I’m living a double life.
My Whatsapp status updates overflow with laughter and the joy of new experiences. The constant travel gives me ample of experiences and the newfound extrovert streak allows me to gel quite well with strangers these days. I’m just back from a fun night out with a bunch of friends new and old, and the whole night was oohing and aahing over delicious Maharashtrian snacks while engaged in constant banter. I step out of the car, still giddy from the excitement of experiencing a new city, wave goodbyes to everyone and step into my hotel room.
The curtain drops.
I try to process the bland emotions that are settling around my chest and climb under the sheets, searching for warmth.