Chick Flicks. Shameless crying. Popcorn and Coke. A cuddle from my six year old son. Priceless healing! Today we did that by watching Iqbal. Independence Day celebratory film at India Habitat Centre. I cried non stop, it was so sweet and touching. And my soul feels like it's been bathed in the salty tears...
Massages. This is a new one for me. I've gone almost 40 years pooh poohing these so called ladies of leisure while they got their massages, or the suburban mom in me crinkling my nose at disgust at stories of middle aged men visiting Thai massage parlours. But all that was before I met Rajni. Rajni, the chatty, neighbourhood masseuse of our colony was sent to me by a well meaning friend as I've just had a major abdominal surgery and healing was painful and slow. Rajni is Pure Love. Pure Ayurveda. Pure Healing! I'm hooked, and I fear I am turning into one of those society ladies who lunch, who take out their Blackberries to schedule their weekly massages...! 
Hair Cuts. What can I say about these? That I've always found them better than sex? A hair cut is about the most vain, most fun thing I do, just for me. Whenever I've had enough of my adorable 4 sons and L-I-F-E, I drive to the parlour and tell them to do what they like. A cappuccino, a girly magazine, and a new look later, I feel sexy, beautiful and ready to step back into my life.So, what do you do to recharge? On India's 60th birthday, write to me and tell me your favourite ways to heal.
Love,
Jhilmil
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