I've decided I'm going to write a blog for every day for the next 30 days. I'm going to be in US for 3 weeks and I'm expecting that to give me enough content to blog about. :)
So here goes:
Finally the day when I am leaving for US. The morning was quite perfect actually, I woke up on time, actually managed to do laundry, get my foreign exchange sorted, reach office, finish and wrap off work in time, go to the parlour, come home, pack, skype, read, get ready, and then come to the airport.
:)
There's this beautiful tranquil kind of song playing in the background... not very elevator style music, but more like the kind of music you'd like listening to perched on a jharokha in a tall tower high up on the hill... the kind of music that makes you smile and breathe more calmly. There's a tiny place in the airport called Khao Galli. Ironically, amidst all this tranquility and silence, you can hear the person make hot doass on the tava with the noises of the batter falling on the hot tava and the banging of the laddle on it... Such typical galli-sounds in the middle of a fancy airport. There's something endearingly indian about chaos.
I'm so anxious or rather restless to get on the flight and go to sleep! I feel like I could sleep for hours and days on end. Last weeked was just unreal. It seemed to go past me in seconds forget hours and definitely not the days that it actually was for.
Well that's all for now. I'm dying to get back to my 'Siege of Mithila' and the blog is going to take secondary priority. At least for now.
Bon Voyage to all you fellow travellers! (Urghh blogger says the word must have a single 'l', I hate this idea of changing my language just because I'm working with a different market now, well, not changing it, at least not on my blog!)
So here goes:
Finally the day when I am leaving for US. The morning was quite perfect actually, I woke up on time, actually managed to do laundry, get my foreign exchange sorted, reach office, finish and wrap off work in time, go to the parlour, come home, pack, skype, read, get ready, and then come to the airport.
:)
There's this beautiful tranquil kind of song playing in the background... not very elevator style music, but more like the kind of music you'd like listening to perched on a jharokha in a tall tower high up on the hill... the kind of music that makes you smile and breathe more calmly. There's a tiny place in the airport called Khao Galli. Ironically, amidst all this tranquility and silence, you can hear the person make hot doass on the tava with the noises of the batter falling on the hot tava and the banging of the laddle on it... Such typical galli-sounds in the middle of a fancy airport. There's something endearingly indian about chaos.
I'm so anxious or rather restless to get on the flight and go to sleep! I feel like I could sleep for hours and days on end. Last weeked was just unreal. It seemed to go past me in seconds forget hours and definitely not the days that it actually was for.
Well that's all for now. I'm dying to get back to my 'Siege of Mithila' and the blog is going to take secondary priority. At least for now.
Bon Voyage to all you fellow travellers! (Urghh blogger says the word must have a single 'l', I hate this idea of changing my language just because I'm working with a different market now, well, not changing it, at least not on my blog!)
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