Going on a holiday

I will be on leave for the next few days. I will be in Delhi, where I have spent some of my happiest childhood vacations. This time round, of course, I go for very different reasons. I go to eat mutton, have fun with Jaygee, visit all the coffee places with her - at least Mocha and one other one that she recommends, and meet my boyfriend. J, my very own wet blanket in Pune- also from Delhi, told me that I did not have to do all that in the month of June when there are records of people dropping dead in the heat. But well, I can't wait any longer.

Much before I fell in love with a typical Delhi guy (and Mumbai girls were wary of that for the longest time until Shah Rukh Khan came and changed the 'picture' - bad pun, yes..okay, I'll carry on..), I loved Delhi because of the aloof beauty that it was cloaked in. The mist, dust, gardens, roads, color, market places selling vermillion chunnis and coriander and bangles and ceramic pots. But what I loved most was the food - tasty, flavorful, and so much of it. I still get tingly thinking of the tart, pomegranate chutney I was served with aloo tikki.

Really, June will be a most excellent month. I plan to catch at least one play there - hopefully something my cousin's NSD friend is acting in, and then eat at Kabab Factory, Noida. J's recommendation. And then, visit the deer park where J and my boyfriend have spent many happy times - not together though. Also, both have told me interesting stories of a peacock they had spotted there.

Also, visiting the Supreme Court and the JNU campus and maybe taking the metro and possibly, buying interesting cushion covers and sparkly hand-mirrors.

And yes, long, long drives listening to a tender story for the millionth time - the story of how he came to love me.