From Stiletto Black to Candy Floss Pink

Ok, time to forget about the big issues (for balance) and do a small reset to remember that there is fun to be had if you are so inclined. Shelve everything for five minutes and remember the intoxicating "feelz" of clubbing in the '80s at places like Galaxy and Space Odyssey. The names alone promised an out-of-this-world experience. So, what to do in the absence of flashing lights, sticky floors, and other glorious places of debauchery?

I guess the Spa will have to do.

So, I paid a professional to do me today. To untangle those knots and smooth away the worry lines... and frankly, I loved it. For three glorious hours, I was stretched out in a darkened room the colour of sand, with candlelight flickering and acoustic music drifting. Every toe, every finger, every muscle, the entire length of me was prodded and pulled and worked until my eyes rolled back in my head and a deep, involuntary moan escaped me. (Yes, I’m talking about a massage, you cheeky devil.)

The massage oils tantalised my senses, tipping me over to that space between sleep and consciousness where everything becomes delightfully surreal. When she eventually arrived at my scalp and ended with a glorious hair-pull, I swear a tear escaped my left eye. I remembered that sometimes, you need to hurt a little to feel this good.

I emerged from my sandy cocoon rejuvenated, renewed, and ready to debut fun-Nariman. I am a butterfly spreading her wings, painted pink, mood set to playful. My fingers and toes look absolutely edible, like swirls of candy floss. I run their smooth surface across my strawberry-glazed lips and realise:

 I can do sweet!

 I can be candy!

Note: Black is now officially banished to the back of the closet. My trusty little black dress, my black stilettos, and especially my black mood are all put on hold. It’s way too hot for dark and heavy. Darkness has a way of lingering and banishing it is never easy; it took three hours of professional work, a bright disposition, and a gallon of colour to achieve this festive mood!

"Colour expresses outwards towards the world, but it also helps us to travel inwards towards our true self."

I found something. I found my Inner Candy Girl and let her out to play.

I am revitalized, rebooted, and ready to re-engage and tackle the big issues of the day:

Warrior Mode: ON. (But with fabulous pink nails.)

Safe Mode: DISENGAGED. (The risk is too delicious.)

Sweetness: ON OVERLOAD. (Expect sugar crashes.)

I am here to celebrate thriving in this crazy world, and my mission is clear: Revolution is still on the cards, and I’m painting the town in all the brightest, fiercest shades of RED.

Who’s with me?