just like you said it would be,
life goes easy on me,
most... of the time.
- from The Blower's Daughter by Damien Rice. (which, incidentally, also stands out as the song two of my characters in You Are Here have sex to.)
|Laundry in a window cage|
|A rare non-house party night out|
But in two years, Delhi has done much to convince me that this is currently the city I want to live in. My standard of living is higher, no more fighting with a million people just to get my space. (Metaphorically. Literally, I probably fight MORE in Delhi than in Bombay.) Cheaper rents, larger spaces. A world that's not just Bandra and doesn't have to be just Bandra because it takes so long to get anywhere else. And little things that make aging better--nicer food, house parties, an abundance of green spaces, wide roads that are mostly traffic free.
|House on the Delhi-Jaipur highway.|
But there are certain green afternoons, sleepy roads, the sun shining through the trees that make you catch your breath with nostalgia for that which is actually still in the present. It's that kind of city.
Besides which, we have the winter, bitches!*
*sorry, too much Breaking Bad.