As usual, I left Delhi with
mixed feelings. I truly dislike the place, I know that much, but there are good things
about it too. I think they are actually easier to spot, when I don’t have to
live there anymore!
We started the trip with the bang
– almost missing the plane. After the last minute check-in, we had to brave
security check crowd, pushing all the way to the front of the queue, shouting apologetically
left right and center “our plane leaves in 2 minutes”. And in India, there is
almost nothing worse one can do, then to jump the queue, though everyone tries...
We left our beautiful palm trees
to land in 45 degree concrete jungle. Fortunately it started raining the same
night. That’s another thing about India: rain constitutes “nice” weather here.
I laughed about it for years, but there is something in it. After many months
of perfect sunshine and clear blue skies, it’s incredibly refreshing to wake up
one day, to the not so gentle shower of rain, put the cardigan on and look at
surrounding greenery bursting with life in front of my eyes.
We didn’t really sign up for full
on Delhi experience this time, as we decided to stay is Hauz Khas Village – a little
oasis high on European vibe.
It’s quite lovely place actually: there is a deer
park, beautiful temple, historical Hauz Khas complex and picturesque lake; all
these surrounded by designer boutiqu
The whole trip was a blur of
things, like a movie on fast forward – running form one place to the other,
trying to complete all the work and sweeten it up with some side shopping. I
managed to get some lovely fabrics and trims, but completely forgot to visit
our coffee beans shop.
I came home to fully blown
monsoon, and had few spinster days with the cat. It gave me enough time to
clean and organize the house, plan few projects for the coming weeks and enjoy
he rain with a cup of chocolate cake fudge.
The only cloud on the horizon
(figuratively speaking, cause otherwise there is nothing but clouds around) is
the PIO card application process. As always any mention of Indian offices and
paperwork fills me with and overwhelming sense of dread.
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