Table for One

The worst thing about celebrating your success is to find that there is no one you can celebrate it with. The felicity of having gotten what you have dreamt, wished and worked towards ever since you realised your calling is just over and beyond mountains happiness.
I was asked to assist my boss, Anirban to edit this book 'The Golden Sacrifice'. Its the Mahabharat from Arjun's point of view. The sheer disbelief and excitement that followed was 'WOW' this is what I had hoped to do when I started my internship her at Random House India and it has finally happened. Though it is the last month of my internship but then hey better late than never right.
But, there wasn't anyone to celebrate it here, no hugs no bear hugs no kisses and pats on the back. All I received from my foster family was the lukewarm and very stoic reaction of 'badiya'. Bless their soul, that is really nice of them, damn but I missed the my family and friends in Bombay. Telling them the good news over the phone and email is not exactly the same on the scale of happiness had it been face to face.
So I celebrated it by myself. My table for one, where books and chocolates were enough for a dinner conversation for my Bombay family who made it in that tiny table that I had booked in honour of my celebration.
It wasn't all that fun as how long can you manage to hold a conversation in your head where you are the only person who is physically present there :-p
But, its okay. Its alright, because I believe every success story big or small should be celebrated with the same zeal that was invested by you when you were trying your very best to achieve it.
So go out, with a smile on your face and a song in your heart. With your most flirty dress and shoes that would want to make a man bow down in front of you. Even if you have to tell the waiter as you enter the restaurant "table for one".
The time you enjoyed wasting, was not wasted