Butterflies in the stomach, and other stories

It's like a dream unfolding in slow motion: this very unreal feeling of finally embarking on a project that you have long thought of, slept on, discussed to bits and generally analysed until you were quite sure that it would not happen anyway. But it's happening, and all it took was one small step. Oh yes, and my favourite Matrix notebook and my current favourite Stabilo pen. (I love making notes!)

DropCap was born in a rather unceremonious manner on a bright Sunday morning when I should still have been poring over my vast spread of Sunday supplements. Something in me propelled me to pop the question to Abhi, who has heard me come up with a million business plans when I am feeling particularly down and out. He listened carefully (for a change), was pleased this was not one of my depression-busters (I had been in a reasonably good mood all week) and best of all, did not involve the spending of copious amounts of money while "leveraging my core competence".

That little action has spurred a series of events and I am surprised, humbled, awed and filled with gratitude at the reactions from various quarters. One of my friends, who received an announcement email from me, called from Bangalore! She couldn't believe the motor-mouth had kept such a grand plan to herself! (I am known to call up friends with half-formed ideas which I am greatly enthusiastic about.)

I was just explaining to my little one about my expansion plans and that soon, I'll have young, college grads coming in to work for me. Until June or so, I'll mostly be operating from home. She was thrilled at the idea but I think she conjured up the wrong image of a college 'kid'! "Amma," she said. "After your work is over, will they stay and play with me?"