Two successful days

Yesterday was amazing. A couple of friends organised a vigil for the palestinians at Liberty roundabout. We were expecting thirty, maybe fifty, people to turn up. However, when we got there, within 15 minutes we had a crowd of 300 plus people--with banners, posters, megaphones and a palestinian scarf :)
The CMKP kids were amazing; such passion and motivation. They lit the place up on fire. We even got all the big guns like hussain naqi, I.A. rehman, bunny, shahtaj qazalbash etc. Meera and Sangeeta also graced us with their presence but I have my reservations about that.
Kids from different schools were coming up and asking us to organise more protests. My friends got mails from as far as brussels congratulating them.
I had such a major high yesterday. All my friends noticed it. This guy I've met post-ahm said I sounded the happiest since he has known me.
Today was another event which I organised. It wasn't as big a success as I had hoped it would be, but almost everyone congratulated me afterwards on its success. I guess I was still riding on yesterday's high and had set my expectations too high.
Two successful days later, I now have a heavy heart. Even the upbeat music isn't helping. I know I'm pmsing but what the hell. I hate ahm. I hate wanting him. I hate thinking about my life in pre-ahm, ahm and post-ahm periods.
I better see the realisation of that july dream soon. "Soon" in God's infinite time might be a few years or decades, but in human terminology, it is due already! Come on God, think along our half century time lines and help a girl out.
Sigh.
Hate you.