The Other Delhi

Khan Market

Pizza, pasta, lime soda and chocolate fudge cake: heaven on earth at Khan Market today. Hard to see on this picture but as the sun goes down and the fires come up, it gets very romantic...

Hauz Khas in South Delhi

Yesterday I took the metro and then an auto rikshaw (my first!) to meet Marina in Hauz Khas. Looks like I am better at getting around than most Indians and that includes my killer bargaining skills: cheaper than the meter? Hellz yeah! What I have realized is that you either can do cities, or you can't. And I can.

It was such a pleasure to hang out with Marina after such a long time and I will definitely miss her when she moves to Qatar. We had a god time at the hair dresser: quite amusing actually, it takes two hot gay boys to blow your hair around here. No pictures of the head and shoulders massage, manicure and all that followed, but I can say I am already used to the variety and excellent quality of beauty services.

Nindiya Re

Today was a sleepy day ... Nindiya Re is a song Ann showed me. It means Dear Sleep in Urdu, I think, and I am too sleepy to google it and check. I slept so deep that I did not even hear my Flipkart delivery arrived. What's Flipkart? It's the equivalent of amazon.com but better. Better because I don't have to pay to place the order and the goodies are hand-delivered to my door in less than three days. Thank god they don't have home stuff, or I will go broke.

My first walk alone ...

To mark the occasion of my first walk alone, I am posting a picture of milk and butter. This morning at 7am when I returned home from 12 hours at the office, Uncle welcomed me with a big smile: "You must go get milk now ..." ... Alrighty then! I couldn't be happier actually, because it was my first official walk alone. I walked to Mother Dairy, the milk stand, and got milk, butter and jam. For those who may be wondering ... we already had yogurt in the fridge!

Hello independence!

Maggi and Bollywood ... Ooh La La

This is the gate of of the house at N5/15 where I am staying. Last night Uncle and I made Maggi noodles and watched the 18th Annual Colors Screen Awards. The Dirty Picture seems to be the movie of everyone's dreams ... Ooh La La Ooh La Laaa.

Gurgaon, Haryana, India

So I think I am going to actually write a bit. These are flowers I got from a boy down the street during my walk with Baljit Uncle the other day. I remembered their smell from Tahiti and couldn't not get them. Uncle said the are known as queen of the night here. I don't think that's true actually but I like the name anyway because they smell really good in my room at night. I am in India ... there is a lot more to say!

The moon also rises ... in India.