# 012 Of Cures and Comfort

Whenever I am sad or lonely or just out of it, I tend to clam up and mope around. Such is my nature. I give the world’s shortest answers to any and all questions posed. Answers which don’t include words, most of the time. And then, if the feeling is rather overwhelming, I treat myself to a luxurious cry, in an attempt to get rid of all the unwanted, pressing emotions. Just like the air clears up after a heavy rainstorm, a good cry helps clear my head too. And then I start phase 2 : The Cure.

This is my favourite part because it includes Comfort Food - ice-cream usually or chocolate if the former is not available - and Comfort Reads -Agatha Christie. A bit macabre I know, but I like how she ties up all the loose ends so neatly in the end. So effortlessly (in writing that is, in the novel the detective can't be said to use no effort at all). I always wish- rather ambitiously, that it was that way in real life too. Maybe it can be, if I learn to apply her 'method and order' system (I'm such a Poirot fan) to determine whether trivial and frivolous things that usually bother me should..

And sometimes, if I can't lay my hands on an Agatha Christie book, I opt for the celluloid version of therapy. Movies!! Usually a romantic comedy, my favourite genre. Sometimes the movie perks me up with the traditional 'happily ever after' ending with the hero and the heroine riding off on a white horse into the sunset together (in these times, it would be driving off in a Mercedes Benz into a seaside condo together. Figures). Other times, when I'm determined to wallow in self-pity, it only gets me feeling even worse because it hits me like a ton of bricks that real life can never be like reel life. So, with television, there's always the chance of a backfire.

After all, its called the idiot box for a reason.

CURRENT :

• MUSIC - TURN by TRAVIS
• MOOD - MELANCHOLY "What's gone and what's past help should be past grief" -The Bard-