Bit sentimental...

Back to Delhi

Quiet moment before changing the setting.
After the night train to Delhi, a morning tea somewhere around Old Delhi station. Sweet sweet chai, not so much masala chai. Place like many here - little bit of everything: resto, chai, chai and resto, newspaper stand. Morning actions: sb scrabbling the ladle, sb cleaning the charcoal stoves, sb cooking and sb eating, sb having his morning bath- putting the soap all over his body including a cleaning hand in his underpants, then rinse and gave me a big smily good morning :-)  Policemen reading newspaper and fat cat that looks like a mini tiger. Soaking chana (chickpea), filling up cauldrons, cleaning milk and rinsing metal cups. Sb splashed the water on sb - shouting and laughing. And out there bike rickshaws and busses. That's a Friday morning in Delhi.

Metro still impresses me. Indeed, it's full of middle class people, from lower middle (new) to upper middle (already well established in their habits). Nice smooth skin, beautiful almond shaped eyes, western style clothes, every other person is plugged with a pair of headphones, this way permanently connected to the smart phone.

The metro, for some reason, makes me think of Paris...and then I miss home :-) It's been half a year that I'm away from everything that is familiar and more or less understandable. Away from close friends. I'm getting homesick... Since the beginning of Dec I was accompanied almost all the time by sb from home. It's been only over a week that I'm "alone". And I get nostalgic... Nepal will keep me afresh and will bring an excitement.
For a feel of home I went to Starbucks. I had to stand in a line to get in! Inside full of young rich and yuppies (but no tourists). I had a cake and "our beloved and most respected" espresso - it cost me as much as logging in Rishikesh... That's how extreme India can be. And that's the price of the global wealth.