Chilli Dilli

This trip to Delhi has been very surreal. No friends getting married, no festival to be celebrated – just me back to my old work-home-work routine for a week. It is almost like the three months in-between never happened. Every morning I wake at wee hours of the morning, take a hot bath, and rush to catch the bus to work. Same old faces greet me on the way. I sit at my old workstation, lunch with my old pals, and get stuck in traffic jams on NH 8 just like old days. It is only when I take off my woolens at night and see those innumerable red bangles on my wrists that I remember that things have changed and the person traveling to China is not my boyfriend. He is the husband.

And I met a couple of friends for a drink the other day and reminisced about old days.


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