You can easily make out a flight for Delhi merely by seeing a lotta Punjabi crowd, so no exception that my fellow passenger was a Punjabi lady with a cute (OK this is the last time I am mentioning this word here) little child Harshpreet and a Buddhist monk.(I have actually stopped expecting meeting any handsome hunk on board so having a monk as a co passenger was really cool at least he is an intellectual person and yeah BTW he was good too) So as soon as the flight took off little Harsh start crying with all his mother’s effort in vain (My sympathy for poor lady), I looked at Mr. monk’s face which was still very serene so I thought I should not crib either and went to sleep (Ok I really adore kids but somebody just answer me this question: why don’t they sleep when its time for other people to sleep??? )So, finally after no sleep I reached Delhi and you can instantly tell that you have reached when you feel hot wind on your poor face as soon as you are out of plane. Welcome to Delhi @ 38’c.Welcome again by another black and yellow species (a distant cousin of Bangalore autowallahs, known as Taxiwallahs here).
It really feels home here at Delhi (no I am not acting like a typical North Indian by starting Delhi GunGyan), met my relatives and brother, catching up with friends and having home made food. Would be leaving for home soon and enjoy all these luxury for few more days before am back to Bangalore and yeah back to office :(
very deftly described...anyways call me for shoppping :-)
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