It is the 1st of May - Labour Day so it is an off day. My cousin and me have booked tickets for a Marathi movie called Nude at 10.00 am before which I have to finish a couple of chores. So we have to leave house by 9.00 am. I have some pomegranate seeds for breakfast and a glass of canned orange juice. We reach Phoenix Market City Mall bang on time and decide to shop and have lunch later. I decide to have a Subway Salad.
The movie is an art film and very disturbing. It is based on a true story, on the life of a couple of women who for the lack of finding a better job, get into the profession of posing Nude for Fine Arts students at a prestigious College under the guise of being sweepers. Of how they do it as a matter of fact as they are helping educate students and they are always treated with respect within the college premises but manage to keep their alternate profession a secret form everyone else. I will not disclose more of the story. By the time we get out of the movie hall, both of us have lost the appetite for lunch as well as shopping! We both decide to head back to our respective homes. I book an Uber and on the way I half-heartedly nibble on a few pistachios and raisins as I realise I am hungry. After I get back home, I am in no mood to chop or make anything for myself, so I turn to the easiest recipe. I soak some poha, add a couple of teaspoons of fresh grated coconut to it, along with a pinch of salt and sugar. I have a small portion of this and go to sleep.
I am in no mood to toss myself a salad even after I wake up, so I have some crushed groundnut chikki and a few tsps of Kurmura and some orange juice out of the can. This is probably the after effect of the movie. I know I have so much to be grateful for in life but I am not able to shake the misery of the protagonist of the movie. By night I hear an extremely sad new. My Bua (paternal Aunt) has passed away after a prolonged illness. My sunken mood slips further into depression. I worry about my dad who has not yet heard the news as he is in Australia with my sister. He is bound to be shaken as my bua was a couple of years younger to him. It is 1.45 when i finally pick up the phone and call him as I do not want hm to read the news on the WA family group. I want to try and break it to him gently. I calm down a bit after talking to him and slip into a disturbed sleep. Thus ends Day 29 on a sad note.