Bitter cold and wintry morning. Foggy and bleak. The trees stood there in absolute silence. Few men covered in thick blankets gathered some dried twigs and lit a small bonfire to comfort themselves. It was 9:00 AM and the mighty sun was idly hiding somewhere.
That’s Delhi in the month of December! While I am saving myself by wearing sweaters, jackets, caps and shawls…regular shots of piping hot chai from a nearby “Tauji ka dhaba” is keeping me slightly warm(In northern India, some natives address elderly people as Tau). Tauji, a very old, humble and modest fauji serves all fresh and nothing stale in his tin roofed, spacious and bright dhaba. The minute I enter, he instructs his boy to get a FRESH ginger tea with less sugar. Cupping the glass with both the hands to get some warmth I sip it slowly; enjoying the ginger flavor. It relieves my throat. I look around and see the indolence on everyone’s face, bit by a chilly-breezy weather.
It’s been just a couple of days and am freezing to death but trust me enjoying every bit of “Dilli ki sardi”
Am here on work for sometime. First day was simply crazy, had forgotten to collect my baggage from the airport
(Must be thinking that’s very usual of me) Thankfully after some running around and requests got it back. Met some friends, watched a movie, had dinner at a friend’s place and slowly settling down here. Besides work, I plan to tour purani dilli (Old Delhi) one of the days… just to feel the old-time charm! I simply love it…the forts, tombs, gallis and dhabas…and bazaars….
“Another journey,
another place,
cold nights and foggy days,
I close my eyes,
& silently pray,
for a safe, sound and happy stay!!”
(Had scribbled those lines on my way to Delhi)