Delhi Belly ;)

 My dad was going to Delhi for five days to attend a book fair. Since I didn't really any plans for the week here at home I decided to accompany him, not for the book fair but to spend time with my relatives of course. The day we arrived we went to my Uncles house. I met my cousin sister who had become SO much taller than what she was, like she was always taller than me but she looked drastically more. I greeted everyone formally with a ‘Namaste’ and after all of that was done my father left for some office work.

  I quietly analyzed the house, looking at my Aunt cook and gazing my cousin who was stuck to her laptop smiling anonymously. As time passed I started to get jaded, so I reached for my pocket, removed my phone and was happy beyond measures to see the availability of Wi-Fi connection.  Actually the thing was that their original house was under renovation so for a couple of months they shifted few blocks away. I found ways to entertain myself when finally my aunt said those words, “why don’t you’ll do watch a movie”. I was overwhelmed, I really wanted to go for ‘Gunday’ which had released the following day itself but kept my feelings to myself in order to not sound demanding, but since the topic was out I animatedly smiled showing my approval for the plan. Next hour we were sitting in the theatre watching the film between the melancholy audiences, leaving no stone unturned to whistle at every entry Priyanka Chopra made on the screen.

 After the movie was over I went to my Nani’s house, ate the delicious food she made that I wish my mother too had inherited. I wrapped myself in two blankets and watched a programme on the T.V that I am too embarrassed to say. The chill of Delhi really made me sleep in no time. The next morning had lots of things in store.

 My two uncles, my father and I were going to visit our village. I have always wanted to live in a village; yeah I know it sounds crazy to even think of leaving behind a life with luxurious and wanting to go into one with no such perks. But what I gathered from my experience was that besides all the hard work and lack of facilities people were happy and satisfied. Happiness was playing pebbles, scarring away cows and just running around. Satisfaction was getting enough to eat and getting enough time to play. Whereas, I was getting so much more than what I deserved and yet I wasn't close to being content. Reaching in the mid area of the village I was totally awe-struck at what I saw. A dozen of puppies! I went running towards them and they came running towards me. Joking. They ran away. I quietly sat on the ground waiting for them. When they realised that I wasn't going to harm them like other kids did playing and squeezing them as if they were toys. They slowing came walking towards me sniffing around. Very soon I was surrounded by lots of puppies- White and shades of brown. Looking at them cuddling with each other made me feel so glad that I didn't deny this trip. I could watch them forever (Definitely for longer time than ‘Gunday’).

 The rest of the days followed, some being relaxing while some hectic but enjoyable.

 Time passed faster than it seemed to. My day of departure arrived. Adults gave me money, I refused, they insisted, I smiled, they forced and I took. It’s a tradition, right? To say no a couple of times to relatives and then finally take it.

 My dad and I then went to the railway station and boarded the train. It had been years that I last remember sitting in one. There were times when as a baby I would search the train enthusiastically in order to find a friend who would help me pass time in the long journey that would take me back to the lifestyle I hold .