2 cms

Of peace!

Is what I have sought continuously, and is what I finally have!
But peace has come at a great price. But that apart -

My tiny little rented place in Delhi, has come to me at an appropriate time. I can float here like the halcyon does on the winter seas. True, most of the things in my little house are rented - the refrigerator, the air-conditioner and the washing machine. But they are still mine! It is the pleasure of adding those little bricks of happiness to my house and making it a home that makes it unique. It is a place I can fall back upon, when I know that a storm is on its way. It is a place, I have begun looking up to as my own! Do you know how lovely that sounds?

I can do what I want to.
I can cook what I want to cook, when I want to cook, they way I want to cook.
I can set my own schedules without external forces pressurising me to...
And more importantly, I have with me my 2 cents of esteem!

How lovely that sounds!

Hoping to have 2 inches of peace soon, with my own little home soon. :-)

Rajdhani

Situated between the Yamuna and the Arawali is the ancient capital of Sahajahen's Kingdom. The city has been the capital of the country for a hundred years now. This city, Delli, as it is more commonly called, is now my refuge.

My new 'nest' is amid the many embassies, in a locality where there are more dogs, watchmen and servants than landlords! Its a part of Delhi where blue plated cars and Porches' are a commonplace. Its a locality where the who's - who of Delhi live. Yet, in this part of Delhi, believe me, where you see the unemployed men tarry the lanes of the locality. It is also in this locality, I hear, the Nigerian drug racquet's run!  And there is so much more to learn!

During my first outing around Delhi, I was tempted to have my all time favourite - pav bhaji. The spelling should have alarmed me, but it did not. It so happened that I ordered 'pao' bhaji - and that was what I got. The 'pao' was the bread that is usually served with burgers. 'Oh', was all I could manage. As I had the first bite of my 'pao' bhaji, the potatoes cooked in tomato puree, made me say 'Oh no!'.

A new lesson was learnt in the rajdhani. In Rome do as the Romans do! In Delhi, the pav bhaji be damned, have channa bhatura instead!