And I had gol gappas. Sigh! If I had my way I had gone directly from the airport to a gol gappa stall and had atleast 3 platefuls. But since that was not possible at 12.30 in the night, I had to wait till the next day. I’m telling you, the week preceding my leaving I OBSESSED over gol gappas. I’ve missed them so much.
I had a grand aunt who always claimed that whenever one visits Delhi, it seems to have changed. This was some 20-30 years ago. Now with all the games ka deadlines, it’s gone even more berserk. Detours, traffic snarls, roads where they were no roads and vice versa. Maybe it is all for the best. But the dust all this construction activity is giving rise to seems a bit doubtful on the health. But Delhi is Delhi. Relaxed. Slow. Very- “aao lawn mein baith ke chai peeyen” at any time of the day – pace.
We dutifully divided time between the in – law household and parents household. Since in laws had a new house, Diwali saw the full works. A typical dilli waali diwali. Lots of lights, diyas, mithai and errrr ……crackers.
Oh, the fun of it all. The roaming around in GK having gol gappas, buying earthen diyas, rushing back home for the pooja and then my favourite part – lighting diyas all over the house…the terrace, the garden walls, steps. Give me an inch of space and there will be 4 diyas there.
And meeting the parents ( and dog!!). Pure bliss.
We also nipped across to Amritsar for a day and a half for the annual visit to the Golden Temple. Mom in law and a couple of friends accompanied us. So it turned into one large picnic.
All in all, a great holiday. It’s great to be back though. Even though one is struggling to find bearings in the office. So there is only time for this scratchy post. More later. See ya.