I must admit cutting down on the shopping sprees and splurging money on things I thought I wanted and must have to keep updated and happy. I used to run in a circle a vicious one, get up in the morning to find stuck at a place which would suck the life blood out of me and payed at the end of the month for the blood so sucked.I can't blame anyone but me for my situation.I always knew what did I not want but never knew what did i want what will keep me excited and ignite my passion. Guess the thing that works for me is that i have never particularly liked the regime of getting up in the morning and surviving office. the territory of being on my own without a job or husband to support me is not particularly daunting (I'm talking just about myself). I find myself weirder than a month ago, since even this is not looking like an avalanche given the fact that I have not particularly found a great start. Its been more than a month since I have left my job.How does it feel? I ask this question to myself every day and try to search in the corners of my heart the fear I'm suppose to feel.I don't find any. This lead my journey to Chennai.Will talk about Chennai the next time. Normally, people feel like prodigal sons and count their blessings, when such misadventures occur and their desire to look for options die an instantaneous death and people come out wiser yet I didn't feel deflated, not just yet.If anything my resolve to get out of the slavery was still gaining strength. Now, did I want to pursue my new found occupation or should i cut my losses and move on.I decided to do the later.My confidence was lower than where i had started, I told you-so's were common.But i was determined to cut loose. Cake tried to be charming when the need presented itself, but his now-charming and now-not-so-charming act was getting lucid and palpable.Every morning he would have a new idea and by the evening it would fizzle out.He could not make up his mind whether he wanted continue with the shop or wanted to be just a bakers.just within a few months I realized I was not really well equipped to handle his tantrums. Now, to top it all he thought he was God's gift to women !!! ( sadly, couldn't I find anything remarkable about him). Cake Bake did not have an iota of discipline in him,he thought it beneath himself to open or close the coffee house in time, so he could not get a fan following or regulars.Then, he was temperamental.very much so and had his own quirks, which i guess me being me could not handle. The problem with him was this, that he didn't have any business sense, he would buy grocery which was not needed and fall short of cash when he had to buy something else. Cake Bake, who had started this coffee shop.He was a master coffee brew-er baked really very delicious cakes. Here is what happened, there was this acquaintance, Let's call him Mr.

Off course could have set up a hotel.did dabble with a coffee shop in my town itself.and the next step would have been Goa, had things would have worked out or I would have really applied myself to it. I had been struggling with the idea of giving up my job and finding something anything, even setting up a small food kiosk.The idea was and still is very appealing but here's what stopped me from going all out.my upbringing ,the fact that I'm a small town-er, my father would not approve and I can't stand heat.

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