It's a rare night that we're in our rooms by 1 a.m. and not talking the night away over chai at MiCafe or laughing over another session of pictionpornary in the pantry. We have an assignment for our Copywriting class tomorrow, and we just had one of the most awkward dinners with a couple of guests earlier. Awkward socializing saps me of all energy, and I should really snuggle up in bed if I intend on getting about an hour more than the usual 5.5 hours of sleep.
Before I do, I was doing a bit of blog surfing earlier and reading Jane's led to some odd body-mind disengagement where I was physically still here in Ahmedabad but mentally at Vivocity catching a Friday chick flick. At that moment, I wonder just what gave me the courage to give up those comfortable routines for six months here in India. It's been almost two months, and I am scarily enjoying it.
Sure, we may get all cynical and sarcastic about the lack of activity here on campus each time the Singapore-France alliance gathers for chai, but these lazy drawn out days where nothing but chai and talking matters are starting to grow on me.
Pancake brunches at Cedele with Ceci. Late-night movies at Vivocity. Driving around for supper with Ken and CH. Margaritas at Cafe Iguana with my alcoholic buddy. Food, drinks and long chats with Fagan and Marc.
Thinking of these activities from what now feels like a previous life makes me sigh wistfully sometimes, but I do know that when I am back in Singapore, I'd too sigh wistfully while thinking of the sun-dappled seats at MiCafe and the starlit nights we spent sitting and talking on the parapet.
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