Day 2 - Home Alone & Therapy

I woke up this morning after a good nights sleep, to a quite house. I lit the customary marghazhi lamp, made myself some ginger tea, and fidgeted around the house. The paper guy has not turned up. Neither has the milk-man. They used to both be here by 6.30 a.m. Its probably too cold outside. So decided a to do a quick post. 

I asked the husband for these few days of being alone. This is exactly how the last two years of my college days were. All my friends had a boy friend with whom they practically lived. So although technically I was sharing a room with a friend, I'd hardly have her around in the room. Back then, there were days I'd be terribly lonely. But its possibly that sense of loneliness I longed for again, and somehow it worked out this time. 

I do think of Chittu. And I know I will be back with him tomorrow evening. The Scientist and I also chat on the phone. But its vastly different now. Conversations are short. Unlike the sweet nothings- literally in the early days of marriage. 

Today's my last day alone, because tomorrow evening, I'm flying back to Chennai again. I had no great agenda for these three days, except for organising our cupboards, which I got done. I cooked my meals, and slept alone. I washed the vessels, folded the laundry  and yet find something strangely therapeutic about these three days. I feel soothed and calm. What better way to start of the new year?

What gives you a sense of therapy, dear reader? Or am I just crazy?