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When I finally decided to leave my post as a hunchback in front of my computer screen I was tied up in all kinds of knots, at least most muscles of my body were. I did ask for assistance from the nearest dear one to help me push out the most stubborn of the knots which plagued both sides of my neck but the armature masseuse, who was not a masseuse at all, could not chase away any one of the knots that was giving me so much discomfort. A hurried action was needed as I was required to go back to my position in front of the screen to meet yet another deadline pretty soon. This is when NJ45 came to the rescue.
As always I was welcomed with a warm herbal tea which truly made my body sing as I was looking to escape the cold wind outside. The relaxed ambience quickly put me at ease and made me forget the place is actually perched in the middle of busy streets, restaurants and shops.
The wait was minimal and I was whisked away to an all wooden cubical dimly lit and filled with all kinds of mind soothing aromas. Taking in the spirit of the place, my mind started to relax with the hope of getting back to a painless situation. The antique style beds need a mention here, as they are not the thin and long sort you usually encounter in spas and massage parlours. The wooden therapy beds at NJ45 are quite spacious giving a certain amount of room to stretch and roll when required without being too careful as not to fall off and cause embarrassment to one's self.
I was not sure at first if the petite massage therapist would actually be able to rub away those stubborn knots and make me as good as new, but I was sorely mistaken: petite or not, she truly surprised me with her strength when rubbing, stretching, pounding and pushing all those aches and pains away like a pro.
There were those long strokes and then there were those short ones, all concentrating on the knots and gently coaxing them to leave my body. I could not say I fell asleep, but I most certainly feel the tension fade away with every stroke on the slippery oil. Finally, after some hot stone play, I was left as good as new and rejuvenated to head off to conquer my world hunched again in front of the computer. But I wasn't afraid of the knots and pains if they were to return to haunt me, as I knew it would all be flushed away with one visit to NJ45 down the road.