Drew this and hung it up on the guest room wall. Here’s a link to the original poem.
We had a plastic Christmas tree at my parents’ house. The neighbours had given it to us when they moved back to USA . I toyed with the idea of buying one here after the husband hinted that he never had a tree, ever! But the insane rates bothered me. In Kerala, one traditionally hangs a paper star with a bulb. I did that last year, because of my love of giant shiny things. It hung around till April or so 🙂
So one fine Sunday, 2 days before Christmas , I dropped the husband off to see The Hobbit : An Avoidable Boredom and pottered around the malls for a good 3 hours.
Many months ago, as I was taking a late night stroll back home from the ice cream cart, I came across a piece of paper in the garden.
Winter in North India is a big deal. The vegetables are fresher, the birds are happier and you save a lot of petrol because your a/c is off.
I love how the gardeners in my apartment complex start planting, pruning and then sleeping under the trees. I took these pictures around 6 months ago. Yes, yes, I have indeed perfected the art of procrastination.
I miss winter. It is a blazing 43C / 110F here now. It is too hot to wear jeans and if you wear shorts, you burn your thigh on the hot car seat.
A lot has been written about the pollution, dirt, lack of public transport, slums and pigs in Gurgaon. But here’s something I enjoy about the city.