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Cold weather, hot cuppa and all that jazz..

So, the weather is changing. No, cyclone hasn't hit this part of the globe. It's the winter season, setting in. When I stood in the balcony at 6 in the morning, could feel the mist and the dew, but the most fascinating part was that wintry smell in the air, fresh and pure.  I just wanted to sit there with my laptop, and my coffee, but had to wait for my DH and DK to leave the house.

Finally, got the opportunity, to relax and sit back, after finishing some of the chores.

Gurgaon - it's a concrete jungle, but, if you are on a top floor say 4th and above, then you get to catch a glimpse of the sky, sun etc... It's been 8 months, since I moved. Trying to brace this city, as much as I can.  Colourful people around, some are loud and boisterous, some are plain and simple, some are mean and nasty, some are smart asses. Getting to know them is also fun. 

Festive cheer all around, Delhi is decked up like a newly wed Punjabi bride. That spirit is what I have missed in 8 years. Shops decorated with lights and carnations. Sale, offers, discounts, heavy weight aunties dressed to kill - literally! You step into a shop, you smile, the shopkeeper receives you as if you are the first customer to walk in, there is an excitement in his voice, you look around, and the shop is full of people. You tell him that you just want to have a look, and not sure whether you are going to buy or not, he will still show the collection he has, without any problem. This warmth, you won't find anywhere else. After dealing with some lazy and snooty sales people in Bangalore, this is a welcome change.

You can't find this spirit anywhere else, because all said and done, "Dilli hai toh dilwalon ki"




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