After a gruelling week at work, I dragged my feet to Andheri in Mumbai. But the journey there from Lower Parel was fraught with misadventures.

I cursed my luck on being moshed in the train by buxom aunties and smelly "executives" in lycra. [Moshing refers to the activity in which the audience at a live rock music performance aggressively push and/or slam into each other.] But little did I know that this was the beginning of a LONG day.

As soon as I tried to get off the train, I was faced with a life-changing choice. It was going to be either me or my bag that was to disembark. I did what any other hot-blooded woman who had just been moshed on the train would do - "SCREAM"! And boy did that help… the sea of women scuttled, bubbled over and finally spat out me & my bag - all in the span of seconds before the train starting speeding off.

I sighed a happy sigh and looked down at my new FCUK top that had a hole the size of a one ruppee coin and decided that I needed that damn massage even if I got killed getting it!

A broken down rickshaw and 45 painful minutes spent in a traffic jam inhaling the fumes of a rickety bus later, I reached True Spa.

Sensing my sorry state, one of the hostesses' offered me a cup of green tea and boy did a sense of calm start it's slow rush over me. I made myself comfortable in their plush lounge and was shortly told that "both" my therapists were ready.

I was escorted to the spa room and given a spiffy robe and slippers to get into. My two therapists, were these sweet l'll girls who completely put me at ease and asked me to "reeelax".

For the next one hour, I was China in their hands :) The two therapists started the massage simultaneously. They began by kneading my legs and moved up to the back and hands. This was followed by the chest, head and foot massage.

I went back to the time when I was a year old [I didn't even know I had this memory] and was lying on my stomach on my grandma's lap. The fact that I was naked in this semi dream sequence and had a much cuter butt was overshadowed by the delicious sleep I was slipping into.

The whole train episode - the moshing, the the stench, the sweat, the torn top… were all memories slowly drowning in sweet almond oil. Mood-elevating brain chemicals [read: serotonin] had kicked in and I kissed those knots of stress, goodbye.

I woke up feeling refreshed and stepped into the shower feeling fragrant and supple...

Born again, I was ready to face the ruthless world, with the promise that I would turn back time once every month and get a "twin massage"… because there's nothing better than feeling perkier than a baby's bottom ;)

Source: iDiva.com

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