did the wind flirt this way when I spoke to him last?
did the rain splatter riddles around my feet?
did you cajole them to put on this little tapdance
to will my mouth into a smiling treat?
I had heard stories about how tragically uninteresting Bhubaneswar would be after Delhi, how utterly moronic I was to actually choose to go there and how frustratingly humid the weather could get. Two months flew in a jiffy and on the last day I was sadly counting the hours left in the city I had grown to love.
Simplicity is one of those things that makes you feel its presence most when its absent. Like love. Or money. Or food. Bhubaneswar was simplicity personified. From the blood soaked volcanic soil to its restaurants (most with names staring with Maa). From the rickety buses to its kind, inquisitve people. From its broad roads to its Big Bazaar fixation.
Anyway, the oriya oracles are over, the pangolin watching is through (and how I miss those scaly dears), days of experimental cooking and fervent Indian Idol viewing is done. I'm back in the bustle that is Delhi. A lot browner, a lot happier and definately a lot calmer. Anyone off for a long trip to an unknown land? Count me in.