Wednesday, April 23, 2008

midnight posting

Just got back home in the middle of a kalony power cut. Everything was dark, gloomy and quite dangerous-looking to paranoid, alone me. I was also carrying two loaves of bread, Nanda Devi by Eric Shipton, a creeper ready for planting, my useless handbag, and my house keys. Had to drop everything else on the ground, while trying to get the keys to work in the lock - they are these weird 3-d uncopyables, but also a real pain to align in the lock, in the dark. Thankfully I made it into the house, without encountering rapists, burglars or serial killers. In Delhi one man can usually be all three , if the newspapers are to be believed, and if the general expression on the faces of men in Delhi is anything to go by.
So the frequent power cuts tell me that summer is here, and now that the bijli is back at half-past midnight, my ac is also on. I think if I ever emigrate to some paradisiacal (yes I know there is no such word, but still) mountain country, I might even be nostalgic about all this. Who knows. It feels like home.

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