(Please move to Delhi, thanks.)
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Move here.
It is the middle of the night. Mols is asleep. Sou has gone to get more food (even though we've eaten Somalia's share of global food produce tonight). And the three of us who have known each other for 15 years were talking about the same things, the people around us and in our lives have changed but its amazing how we are fundamentally so similar. And it's really something to have friendships like this, unchanged despite living in different cities, leading different lives for years now. Where you (at the risk of sounding cliched) pick up where you left off. I think that's a boarding school thing. We were young enough for midnight feasts in the bathroom - eating aloo bhujia with tomato ketchup. At other times, we squeezed ourselves into the already tiny lockers to bunk PT in the mornings. And lived through the seemingly small things that changed our lives - a theatre workshop in college, one farmhouse party as lost 18-year olds.. There's also Ablong in Goa now but he reluctantly murmured sentimentalities on the phone. My current project is to get everyone to move to Delhi.
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give me a year and a half or so :) but be warned, my kind, southern soul may not be able to handle the mathlabi capital for more than a couple of years.
Danums, as if I have a brash northern soul. It's fine, Delhi is lovely if you learn to suspend feminism and make sure you get dropped home late at night.
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