And so the previous weekend was spent in Delhi with parents, sister and dog.
I spent a total of 2 hours staring at the ticketing site ( I always use cleartrip.com – they’re just so user friendly) and finally decided on a flight that took off at 8 pm. It was perfect. I could be out from office without having to take like a half day off and yet reach Delhi at a reasonable time.
We finally flew at 10.30 pm. Most annoying.
AND my return flight got PRE-PONED ( does that even happen?).
Delhi was unbearably hot. However, after 2 years in Mumbai, it was a delight to sit in a ‘cooler’ cooled room again. The sweet smell of khus and the remarkably good job a cooler does in the dry Delhi heat I had all but forgotten. It’s pretty strange to be in love with a new city and yet miss your old city terribly. Right now I don’t have a choice. We live where we work. But I’m wondering what happens when I do have a choice. When one retires. When you have lived like we have, almost nomadically, moving practically every 3 years, it’ll be difficult choosing the city to settle in. I am assuming it will have to be the city that has family…but am not sure any longer.
Anyway, there were rather mixed reactions to my new short hair do. I have never chopped my hair off. And boy, do I mean chopped. From waist length hair to a cropped hair do. You should have seen the delight on the hairstylist’s face when this happened. I had gone for a walk, saw this pretty famous hair studio, walked in, asked for their senior stylist and told him to chop my hair off. The guy grinned and did exactly that. All pretty impulsive.
Me : It’s hair, Ma. It can always grow back! Imagine living life not knowing how I look with short hair.
Mom: Ok, you know now. Now grow it back!
Somebody else told me I look very ‘Bombay’! Can anyone please decipher that one for me.
Photo of new, short hair do is up. I think it looks very cool.
Of course someone had to come along and spoil this party. It happens to be hubby’s first cousin who has decided to go and get married in December. And given he is the first son in his immediate family to get married and the last marriage that happened in the extended family was ours- 10 years back…this one promises to be the big, fat Punjabi wedding. Now I’m oscillating between growing hair back for flowers in hair type of look or keeping it short and doing the sexy designer wear kind of look.