It's over...

Today was one of those days that want to make you curl up and die.
It all started in the morning, last night, to be precise.

There is this man, who think my Mobile number is his private property. He will call as late as he desires in the night. In the interval of 2-3 months, for the past 6 months or so. Last night was perhaps when he missed me again and decided to call.

I have done everything I thought could dissuade him: not picking up, picking up and leaving the phone aside, screaming at him, threatening him - everything! Last night I decided I have had enough, of fear and the fact that I can't let anyone invade my private space like that.

I got up in the morning all groggy and irritable. Rubbed as much kohl in my eyes as I could but it didn't help. I looked like a swollen limb.

At 11 I went to the police station. I swear I was scared but I knew I had to do this. They heard me out and told me to go to another police thana that covers cases of the area I stay in. Bah! I felt. All my courage went down the drain.

It was one of rare moments of my life that make me feel like crying and laughing at the same time. I was happy that I could do it. It might sound stupid but I guess I am a simple day-t0-day girl who would want to stay away from the matters of police. I was sad coz I knew I will have to muster allmy courage again. I just wanted to run away from it all.

Another hour and my head was splitting. I decided to head home, or the police station rather. I was sleepy, tired and scared.

So there I was again, thinking if I was doing the right thing. Something in me said yes. Unfortunately the police guys in this place weren't half as co-operative as the previous ones. He saw me and started off in Marathi. It took him 15 mins to relise I am clueless. After he asked me in Hindi, told him about the call. He asked to call on that number and give the phone to him.

As I predicted, he did not take my call. The police guy registered a NC against that number and told me not to worry (hah! I was dying!). I thanked him and moved out.

I don't know why but I was trembling. I had tears in my eyes, I don't know why. All sorts of things were running in my head. What ifthe police comes home? What if he cooks up some story against me? What if this...what if that?

Finally I reached home and tried to sleep.

The worst was yet to come...

I was somehow finishing my office work from home.
I dunno how but I fucked up majorly at work!
I didn't exactly fucked up, some woman who was dealing with me on a quote lied and I thought I was simply out of the question to say things like , "She is lying," at the position I am, that too in front of my CEO. If I am heading the PR, it is my responsibility. So there I was taking it from all sides. I think I came out graceful but I felt like shit.

The blunder was a major one. The story had already gone to print. The damage was done.
I did learn some lessons but it didn't have to turn out so bad.

Finally at around 9ish I slept for a while. When I got up, I was dying of hunger. I ate something and tried to distract myself but I think I was still worried. at 11 I went for a walk and bought myself some pasta salad.

I am worried as I write this. Will he call again? I don't know. All I know was that I did the right thing and I will face what comes my way (at work too :)

I think I'll have my pasta now...I am glad this day is over.