A 'Spa-Cial' Experience

Just the other day, we went to a place I dread the most. A SPA!! Yeah, I know that sounds weird. The temple of relaxation, home for the stressed...blah blah. And believe it or not there are people like me who dread the name of it. The sheer thought of choking aroma oils, a masseuse, and a kinky atmosphere puts me off. Coming out of that fear was a brave act for me. So, here we were at the Tangerine Spa in Hyderabad. (Oh by the way, this was a quaint city in India which is now turning full gear into a technology township.) A spa by Latitudes, is in Jubilee Hills. As I entered the dark dungeons, I couldn't imagine myself coming out of it alive. A humble masseuse directed me to my 'room' where I was to be supposedly given a 'treatment.' (Hey, nothing's wrong with me. I came here for a massage, not for a TREATMENT!!) Anyway, I was petrified so I followed her like a scared lamb. Well, as I expected, the atmosphere was dark, the traditional instrumental music and a me with another girl! Had it been a guy things would've been different but..Ahem! anyway. I was greeted by the so-called Tangerine tradition of washing and drying your feet and making you feel at home. As I tried to control my horror, the masseuse started her 'treatment.' The first sensation and I burst into fits of laughter. So much so that she had to ask me if I was okay. What started as a horror story, turned into a funny affair. All in all, I loved it!