Boarding School Days

This morning driving along, belting out the soundtrack from Moulin Rouge, I was wondering what to post today. Would it be down memory lane again? Or just a general post to update you on my life?

So I figured I'd do a bit of both, I'm feeling a little lazy anyway, not in the mood for long structured posts.

In yesterday's comments, you might have noticed an anonymous comment by someone called Ash. Ash/Ashi was my closest friend at boarding school. (Yes, I went to boarding school. No, not for very long, just two years). We did everything together. We both liked acting and often competed against each other in inter-house competetions (one year, she won, one year I won), we liked to sing and joined the choir, we liked to write and joined the school magazine... you get the picture.

So last I heard from Ashi, before I discovered her blog, she was singing. And the last she heard from me before she discovered my blog was that I was writing. It's wierd in a good way that we both wound up doing exactly what we wanted to.
We didn't always get on, Ash and I. I remember huge screaming fests we had across rows of shocked schoolgirls. We were both from big cities, new to the rather rarified atmosphere of boarding school, so we didn't really get it when other girls said "Fish" instead of "Fuck" and looked at us reproachfully when we dared to use a "bad word". And we were so very alike that it was hard not be at loggerheads at times.

I remember sitting during prep, which was supposed to be time to study before dinner, and exchanging long reams of notes. It was hard not to giggle under the strict eye of the prefect who always took her job so damn seriously.

Our boarding school was co-ed, and beautiful, up in the Nilgiri Hills with lots of tempting lovers lanes (which were out-of-bounds) which beckoned to us. And we had our share of love. It's hard not to love when you study in a place called Lovedale for Christ's sake! (A-ha, I can see the Indians among you quickly making a connection!)

There was this one boy S., who was so purty. He had an eight-pack (pause a minute to drool at the memory) and eyes that crinkled when he smiled and high cheekbones and the sweetest temprament and.... a very possesive girlfriend who watched him like a hawk. But luckily she was a year senior and when she graduated we had S all to ourselves. Ash, in a fit of stupidity, decided to make him her rakhi-brother. (I sense a long explaination is needed so quickly so I can get back to my story: Rakhi is a festival, which by the way was on Monday, where sisters tie coloured threads to their borhter's wrists as a sort of promise that the borhter's will protect them forever. You can also tie a rakhi to someone you think "is just like a brother". The fun part about rakhi, for women anyway, is that you get money! I raked in two grand towards a CD system for my car yesterday!) Anyway, because he was her "rakhi brother" she couldn't harbor any lecherous thoughts towards him, and I could which I did freely. (And Ash, c'mon I know you did too!) He used to send us little notes, very badly written, but hey, he wasn't a writer which we fought over possession of. We also giggled everytime we had an encounter with him. *sigh*.

Ashi and I split ways after class 10, when I went back to Delhi and she changed schools. We try to keep in touch, we really do. We did have a good time though!

Unsent-- Inspired By The Song By Alanis Morissette

(To read the lyrics of the song, click here)

Dear Arjun, You were my younger man. You were always around when I needed you and when I outgrew you, you stepped away gracefully. You introduced me to calling someone in the middle of the night, our hushed laughter over the phonelines making me feel adventurous. You were pretty in the way no other guy has been. It was fun knowing you and I respect the fact that we have different lives now.

Dear Akrit, You were so nice to me. You treated me like I was the 'good girl' of your dreams. You made me feel good about myself and my appearance. You understood we could never have more than we actually had. You taught me about kisses under the moonlight and the sweetest parting I have ever had.

Dear Sharik, You didn't mean to hurt me. You taught me about intellectual conversations and flirting overseas. You made me learn that I had to be able to "talk" to someone in order to have a relationship with them. I was hurt when we split, but it's okay now, because I have moved on and so have you. I am open to having a conversation with you about the Iliad in the future.

Dear Sanjeev, You were so confused. You kept "drawing me in and then pushing me away from you". You didn't know what you wanted and neither did I. You taught me about heartbreak and how things are never as they seem. I will always remember your kisses---tasting of bubblegum and the first joint I ever smoked was with you.

Dear Karan, You were my first kiss. You were my first "real" boyfriend. We were both so young and playing at dating. I remember the scent of your car mixed with your aftershave, I remember holding hands on the gearshift, I remember you wanting to beat a guy up for flirting with me. I'm sorry we had to break up on your birthday. I hope we can catch up over coffee someday.

Dear K, I still love you and I know that somewhere within you, you miss me. I wish things could be the way they were, but I know that's never going to happen. But because I love you, I'm willing to let you go. Good luck with the world and the rest of your life.

It's Party Time, Woah, It's Party Time, Yeah -The Conclusion

Kabir joined us later on the dance floor, alternating dancing between Sara and me, we were still trying to figure out who he was flirting with-- but no dice. I saw Dee and Amulya making their way to us through the crowd and remembered with a guilty start, that I had left them at the table about half an hour ago. Oh well.
Dee came up to me and whispered, "So this is why you didn't come back?" and then proceeded to flirt with Kabir! It was all very odd, and it felt like I was watching one those foreign "art" movies, which usually wind up with 'Guess who's sleeping with who'. (Later Dee even turned to him and said, "I'm flirting with you." Really Dee!)
After a bit, Amulya and Dee both said it was time to go home, so we dutifully got up, clutched our handbags and prepared to leave. "Do you have to go?" asked Kabir. "Well, that is our ride," I said, regretfully.
"I'll drop you home!" he exclaimed and I thought okay, no biggie, coz we live right next to Turquiose.
But then the nightclub started to close.
"Let's go to Mirage," he suggested.
"Mirage? But you live right next to Mirage! Why would you want to come all the way back here to drop us off?" (Yes, us, oh reader with dirty mind, Sara was with me the whole time after Dee and Amulya left).
"That's okay," he smiled charmingly. He was rather charming, it was a quality he carried with him from his teenage years.
(Quick time check: 1.45 am)
So after much phone-calling and checking to see whether we could at that time of the night, switch to another nightclub and Sara checking with our manager friend at TC to see if he knew anyone (he did), we set out.
"You can sit in the front seat," Sara murmured as Kabir unparked and pulled up next to us.
We got to Mirage only to find that it was shutting down as well.
"I just want to show my friend the place," said Kabir, smiling at the bouncer. No go. So Sara did her whole "Just for a minute, we won't even stay and I know the guy at TC" which worked better and the bouncers parted to let us in.
Kabir met a whole bunch of people he knew there, but didn't bother to introduce either me or Sara. In fact, most of the time, he just said "Wait here" and vanished. Does anyone else think that's wierd?
But he did return to tell us everyone was heading to yet another nightclub. Nothing from this evening was surprising me anymore, in fact if Kabir said "Everyone's heading to the moon to go dance amongst stardust," I would have been okay with that too.
But Kabir decided not to go and so we piled into his car again and went to his house. This was wierd for me. N. used to live above his house, that's where they met and fell in love and I used to be over there all the time. Not anymore. N. moved, N. is dating Kabir's older brother and she is very happy with him. No, that's not a bad thing. She and Kabir had been unhappy and on-and-off for quite some time before she and Ankur got together.
Anyhoo, the minute we got into his house Kabir started talking about N. "I'd never do something like that to my brother," he said mournfully. I just looked at him and thought Dude if you want to hit on me this is the worst possible subject to bring up. After a while of him grousing I said, "I'm not really comfortable with this conversation."
"Oh why not?" he asked. I shot him daggers and he shut up, thankfully. Then poor naive Sara picked up his guitar and said, "Why don't you play something?" This part was fun. We sat around and sang and he even played us a 'self-composed Hindi number'. (I must confess I cracked up at this point).
Then I excused myself to got to the bathroom and guess what he and Sara talked about? Threesomes!!! Do you think... he was expecting... us.... Nah, too far-fetched, right?
When I returned he had taken all the pillows off the uncomfortable headboard I had been leaning against.
"Uh, where am I supposed to sit now?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He patted his lap indicating I was to lie down and put my head embarrasingly close to his crotch. "You've taken all the pillows!" I exclaimed again, brightly and he sheepishly handed me one.
Okay so no, no action for Kabir and certainly none for me. Especially when he started talking about all the women who kept calling him and how they were all 'skanks' and wanted to sleep with him and how no woman ever got the concept of one night stands. (My eyes ached later with all the eyeball rolling I was doing).
It's sad though. He used to be such a sweet, unassuming guy. Oh well.
Thus ends my three-part series, I hope you all had as much fun as I did! I'm going to be doing a lot more of these in the future, so send me feedback etc.

It's Party Time And Not A Minute We Can Lose- Part 2

Right, so where was I? Ah yes, Turquiose Cottage.
So we arrived there (time check: 12.15 am) and were promptly told by the bouncers at the door : "Sorry, entry is closed." By this time, tequila shot safely and warmly in me and sending soothing tendrils up my veins, I felt gutsy.
"You can however," said the bouncer, repenting slightly when we asked to speak to the manager, who is a friend of ours, "wait in the restaurant area. But don't go any further because there's another bouncer there who won't let you in if you don't have a stamp on your wrists."
"Let's go home," said Dee.
I signalled furiously at her with my eyebrows, "No I think we should go into the restaurant."
"Oh c'mon, what's the point?"
"I think we should go inside the restaurant," I said eyebrows now working at a furious pace.
Just a bit of back story here. Turquoise Cottage, the pub is below Turquoise Cottage, the restaurant. So all you have to do is get to the back of the restaurant walk down the stairs and there you are. Plus, going there so often and all, I know the bouncer. That always helps.
Luckily, without further argument, Dee agreed and we trooped in. "Now keep walking," I hissed and walk we did, right down the bouncer-less stairs, right into the nightclub.
Immedeatly we all looked at each other and burst into giggles. I love being a girl and giggling. There's such a sense of conspiracy around it!
So Dee led the way and we all followed to a table at the back where we plonked our bags and oursleves down and surveyed our environment. My feet heaved a sigh of relief which my much-put-upon calves echoed. "Oh shut up," I told them, "we're going to go dance."
Sara and I looked at each other over Dee and Amulya.
"Scout for men?" she asked, eyes bright.
I nodded vigorously and stood up, making sure it was stomach in, chest out and not the other way round.
We wandered around the dance floor for a bit, half-heartedly dancing to you drive me cra-yay-zee then I saw him. Kabir. Cute ex-boyfriend of N., okay, someone that made me giggle shyly and look at my toes once upon a time (hey I was 15!). I never had a full-fledged crush on him, but we did do some playful flirting and he was, is, cute. Let me describe him to you. He's short, much shorter than N., who stands a towering 5'11", but he's taller than me, with long curly hair. (What was it Dee desribed him as? "A mixture between Jesus Christ Superstar and someone.. I don't remember) But he has an angelic, if slightly feminine face, and a thin athletic body.
Anyway, cute boy, me alone, you get the picture. I smiled and waved at him from across the dance floor. He did a little double-take at the hair (that is never going to get old!) and waved but showed no signs of coming over and saying hello.
Sara offered to buy me a drink and I joyfully agreed. After we emerged from the bar, much battered and bruised, Kabir waved us over.
"Hi-ii-ii!" he said giving me a huge, nose bumping hug, "I looked for you earlier but you had disappeared!" I blew bubbles into my drink and looked at him from under my eyebrows.
"Hello!" he said next, lurching towards Sara, "I'm Kabir! And you are!" He did have a tendency to speak in exclaimation points.
"I'm Sara," she said, smiling demurely.
"What do you do now Kabir?" I asked him, making polite conversation, while wondering whether that hand he placed on my shoulder in order to lean in and hear me better was lingering or was it just my imagination.
"I'm in acting school! Isn't that marvellous?" he asked while doing a delicate boxer like thing with his legs, shifting the wieght from one foot to the other.
"Wow," I said, smiling at his enthusiasm.
We lingered by his table and by his friends for a bit and then he looked at us. "Um.. guys... my friends are getting pissed off because I'm not spending enough time wiht them."
"Sure. Right. Get rid of us, why don't you?" I said wrinkling my nose at him.
"I'm not getting rid of you. No seriously, just 10 minutes and I'll find you, I promise."
I stuck my tongue out at him and sashayed away. Sara clutched my arm, "And you said you didn't know how to flirt!"
I giggled. "Was I flirting?"
She rolled her eyes at me, and arm-in-arm we set out for the dance floor.

(Okay, I totally meant to wrap this night up in today's post, but it's gotten too long already. I'll probably post part 3 later today, I pwomise! Stay tuned)

EDIT: Jesus Christ Superstar and Josh Groban. Go figure! And part 3, tommorow okay? have to make sure you all come back.. and lots of work and boss looking over shoulder and... you know how it is!

*giggling*

For those of you who have seen Prisoner Of Azkaban go read this.
So funneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Me so happeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Enjoy :)

Saturday Night Dance I Like The Way You Move - Part 1

Now for some gossip which has been sorely missing in my blog of late. I'm going to tell you about my Saturday night--- very interesting events actually!
I was going to have a 'house-cooling' party, because soon *sigh* I move out of my lovely bachelorette pad and move back in with my mother. Why? Because I simply don't earn enough. Though I might have the "power of the press" and all that, at the end of the day I'm still barely managing. So it's back to Mummy for me and in with Dee's sister, Amulya who has already shifted most of her stuff in. And cleaned. Oh my god, the flat has never looked so 'lived-in'. Dee and I tend to hang our clothes on the floor, occasionaly picking them up, empty glasses and full ashtrays everywhere. Guess what our ashtray has now? Throat lozenges! And a big vase of fake flowers on the fridge.
Anyway, so back to the house cooling party. Saturday at work, I was confronted with a whole lot of depressing emails, all pretty much saying "Sorry, we can't make it". First I locked myself in the loo and wept, then I emerged pissed off and drove home, still pretty pissed off.
Dee, Amulya and Sara, their cousin were at home and they proposed an 'evening in town' to take my mind off things. Sara is leaving for Hong Kong tomorrow and she wanted to party for her last night in Delhi. I'm not very much of a party person, only knowing the few intimate corners that I frequent and she wanted to full-power club which meant going to those places where you had to wear heels. So we decided on Buzz, a nice place with good music where you don't really have to dress up. I wanted to dress a little though, so I did wear heels (though they left huge blisters on each big toe) and a skirt with a tank top.
Only just when we had decided where to go, a friend from work-- Raghav-- did show up. I thought it was incredibly sweet of him to come, alone at that, because he knew how depressed I was. He sat for a bit, showed us some great pictures of the Himalayas from where he had just returned and drank a beer. I was getting all misty-eyed because of how sweet it was of him to come at all and just dreamily watched as he chatted with the girls.
By the time he left, it was getting on nine. Everyone went in for showers, me last because my hair needs to be perfectly set before I leave the house, plus I like to smell of fresh scent as I exit.
So get this, by the time we get to the area where Buzz is, everyone is starving. (Time check: 10.45 pm). So we pile into Subway where the three of them eat and then into McDonalds, where I get some french fries. All this while wearing our 'fancy clothes' and make-up. Finally we get to Buzz (Time check: 11.30 pm) where, surprise, surprise, entry is closed. Good thing too, the place was packed and I didn't particularly fancy being next to some guys smelly armpits. Sighing, and with Sara looking like she was going to burst into tears we went across to Wok-a-rama, a place with cheap alcohol to get tequila shots. Amulya was looking like she was flagging, being the designated driver and all, she wasn't drinking and so sipped her iced water while the three of us sprinkled the salt onto our wrists and with much head-tossing-back threw our shots down our gullets.
"Well, it is rather late to go anywhere else," said Dee, musing.
"How about Turquoise Cottage?" I suggested eagerly. I was depressed too, and I really needed some partying. Sara turned a tremulous face to me and then back to her cousins. "Ooh, yes, lets!"
"Well... okay," agreed Amulya, probably seeing as I did, that all of Sara's shine at the beginning of the evening had begun to wane.
Dee and I grinned at each other and then I proceeded to teeter across to the parking lot (high heels, remember?)
Ah but the evening did pick up! Stay tuned for episode 2 :)

13 Things You Probably Didn't Need To Know About Me

1) I love the colour purple. And white, and spare me the BS about white "not really being a colour". I also love the book The Color Purple.
2) I haven't seen the Lord Of The Rings or the Matrix trilogy, and I'm still alive and kicking.
3) I reach for a salty snack before a sweet one.
4) I was born in Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh.
5) My mum's a journalist too. In fact, she even covers books, same as me. And if one more person says, "Following in your mother's footsteps, eh?" I will scream.
6) My dad's in the government service. He doesn't live in Delhi, but drops by every once in a while. He's also a writer in Malayalam.
7) I have a problem with confrontation. I'm also extremely lazy. Sometimes I'm even too lazy for sex.
8) When I'm stuck in traffic jams I fantasise about my perfect car called Kit, which navigates itself, plays me music and shows me DVDs, parks itself and can fly if need be. I also sometimes sing Backstreet's Back.
9) I like pretending I'm Britney Spears recieving a Grammy in the shower.
10) I have David Beckham wallpaper on my computer screen and every time I close all my windows I just stare at him for a while and sigh.
11) I have dated (flings included) about 10 men.
12) My favourite part of my body is my stomach because it's flat and pierced with a silved earring with a shiny pink stone.
13) When I doodle, I draw eyes. Sometimes faces too, but eyes the most. And snails.

The Night Of The Ex-Boyfriend

I arrive at work early today, being Saturday, no rush hour to battle so my hair is still wet and the gel looks fresh.
So I figure let me tell you about yesterday quickly before the madness of the morning begins and the rest of my colleagues troop in.
I so wish you guys had been able to see K.'s face yesterday! I told you I had a rather "dramatic" haircut right? Well, none of my friends had seen it yet and so when I arrived at Ginny's party, top drawn low over cleavage, jeans slung around my pelvic girdle--- the reaction was rather favourable.
Ginny, bless her, pranced up to me and said, "Oh my God! You look so hot!" Her sorta boyfriend agreed and we swapped gel names. Then I saw K. whose eyebrows had raised to the top of his scalp. "Hello," I said, cool as a cucumber. "Hi," he replied, still staring. Then I grabbed Ginny and disappeared into the house to make myself a drink.
Later, his friend Randeep entered the house. He greeted Dee customarily, the two of them doing the whole head-nod thing at each other. Then he swept past me. "Hey, Randeep," I said softly, nursing my drink.
I have never seen anyone do that kind of double-take outside of a movie. :)
So it was a feel-good evening essentially. K. looked supremely unhappy (well, he broke up with me didn't he? It's not like I asked him to personally trample all over my heart), and though it felt unreal to be at a party with him and not be with him if you know what I mean, outwardly I was all sunshine. We barely spoke as a matter of fact. He did try to ruffle my hair and tell me it looked nice but I ever-so-subtly moved my head away and said non-commitally "Thanks".
So yay, one point to Mynna! And if he's regretting breaking up with me now then too bloody bad, right?

A Parentheses Post

I had a good day yesterday. It's actually beginning to get better. I'm kind of getting used to the fact that he's not going to call, that he's really not in love with me anymore, that he wants out.
So asides from crooning you and me, we used to be together, everyday together, alwaaaaays (From Don't Speak by No Doubt), I'm really okay.
So yesterday I went to review a restaurant in the Taj Palace called Kafe Fontana. (Rant Alert: what's with this whole alternative spelling thing? Why not just say 'Cafe' or 'Night' instead of 'nite' or 'guys' instead of 'guyz'? It's an insult to the English language! Especially all those blogs you come across wRiTteN LiKe tHiS.... there should be a program that rejects bad spelling and hard-to-read posts! Ok, done ranting). The restaurant was having an Olympic food festival--- not not hors de ouvres in the shape of little medals, but Lebanese and Med food, really rather nice.
Then in the middle of the meal, N. calls me up. You remember N., the long-lost friend who was debating whether to call or not call? So, I broke the news about K. and me and she said she'd come over later. (Incredible. All week people call me and say 'Hi, how are you' in hushed muted tones. And then I say hushedly and mutedly 'I've been better'. It would be funny if I were someone else!)
I got home after being in a massive jam and proceeded to clean up (read: threw a pile of laundry under a damp towel and put on the muted lights so the dust didn't show). And then yay, N. came over and Dee came home and we ordered a large pizza (pepperoni, but of course). I was a little worried about Dee and N. getting along, they are totally opposite people, but pretty soon they started talking about their jobs in the television industry and I had nothing to do but pick at my cuticles. Humph.
A little problem arose though. Ginny is having a party and she called me and said, "Uh, is it okay if I invite K.?" and I said "Sure, it's okay. Don't worry about me.. etc etc". Bad move. Now I'm obsessing. I'm also invited to N.'s sister's birthday party. Good, one more weekend with distractions. As-long-as-I-keep-busy is the mantra here.
Ooh, this is a scattered post. As you can see, my thoughts are everywhere. I'll try to focus more next time.
And since it's been a while since I recommended a link check out the blog of a London call girl.

The Way I Feel Today

Just typed a whole lot and lost it somewhere. And I don't dare type it all over again--- a very weepy post, am at work etc.

I love work. Work keeps me busy. Work keeps me occupied.
I had a "rejuvenating" haircut. My bra-length hair is now no-length hair.
It's only when I'm alone that the problem starts.
So if you see a bawling woman driving, say hi.

PS: Hima and April, thanks for your supportive comments.
PS 2: Would welcome any comments from the men out there about why your sex treats my sex this way.

dear reader,
he broke up with me.
that's all.
this is what heartbreak feels like--- not the pain and hurt i thought i'd feel-- but a numbness, which thankfully allows me to go about my day, not caring till a sudden blast of memory leaves me feeling like a great big chunk has suddenly been scooped out of my stomach.
i know this too shall pass. i know eventually if we don't get back together i'll move on. but its not easy to remember that right now.
i'm just taking it one day at a time. i do hope you won' mind if i don't post regularly.

The Comfort Four

It's been a while since I posted I know. I'm totally sorry for that. But a strange feeling of not really caring about anything has been looming over my head for the past couple of days. The dark cloud has almost gone now (possibly just PMS) and I'm ready to get cretaive again.
Today, as another blast from the past (Sorry but my life has been really boring the past couple of weeks, I have no present day gossip!), I'm going to tell you about my friend Puja.

But first, some exciting news! I have finally decided to get my life in order and apply for a Masters in Fine Arts in Creative Writing. My choices are in the US : Columbia, UMASS, University Of Iowa and Brown. In the UK there's the University Of East Anglia and LSE (I know! I didn't think they offered Creative Writing either!) I'm applying for the September 2005 term, so wish me luck and helpful advice will be much appreciated!

Back to the past. I first met Puja Mukerji in our first year at college. I joined about a week after classes started so everyone already had the basics of their friends and gangs for the next three years. I remember seeing her participate in class, her eyes very bright, her posture excellent and her contributions intellegent and I thought to myself, "I want to be her friend." We were in an all-girls college, so my only option was to scout for girls I thought I could be friendly with. (I was such an appaling snob!) Anyway, I tried my best the next couple of weeks to be friendly with her and finally when I was about to give up on the whole lot of them, when they suddenly decided to take me to their hearts.

The four of us, Little P., Iggy, Puja and me, called each other the 'comfort four'. There were other people we hung out with, sure, but it was in each others company we blossomed, had 'true confession' sessions, had study groups which always ended with vodka and had love. Puja was what bound us together. I never realised that till she died, and slowly I watched my friendships from college disintegrate. Iggy and I, once as thick as theives, had a major fight, from which our friendship never really recovered. Plus she and Little P. were neighbours and they infinitely preferred each others company to mine. The "others" in our extended gang, became "us". Plus they started smoking hash, which I totally couldn't.

Oh reader, don't feel bad for me! I have new friends, and some old ones which I had been sadly neglecting during the reign of the 'comfort four', I have found my soulmate at 22, I have Dee who knows me better than I know myself (but only sometimes). I'm happy. And I'm wiser.

Poo, I miss you though....

An Ode To My City

I love Delhi.
I love Delhi even when it's hot and humid like it is now and you sniff the air hoping for a stray wisp of wind.
I love Delhi when it rains, and you can smell the exhaust fumes and the wet earth in a glorious metropolitan perfume.
I love Delhi in the winter when everyone stretches out towards the sun like sleepy cats.
I love Delhi for India Gate, which is like a giant roundabout and connects the East, West, South and North in one circle.
I love Delhi for the shops, which stock everything from rejected Gap exportwear to prawn crackers to three different flavours of Coke.
I love Delhi even during rushhour, when everyone is in a bad mood and starts honking the second the light turns green.
I love Delhi for being able to navigate in its labyrinths, looking pityingly at the poor foreigners who get rooked to within an inch of their lives the moment they set out.
I love Delhi for its posh five-star hotels, for its roadside meal vendors, for roasted corn on the cob, complete with lemon and tangy spices.
I love Delhi for driving past on a busy intersection and spotitng street kids swinging from a tyre hung on the tree, their toes pointing at the traffic.
I love Delhi for its people, the few that care, that bring music and theatre into our lives.
I love Delhi for its nightclubs and then stopping at 3 am to have stuffed paranthas with egg and pickle.
I love Delhi for its language-- Hindi not like anywhere else in India-- and the way it bonds its citizens together.
I love Delhi, for being 'My Delhi' my special place with memories and friends, my home.