MY first Easter in Dilli was a culinary orgy of sorpatel, xacuti, sana (fermented rice cakes) and cheesecake. That mingled with the vermouth and bailey's irish cream had us feeling very lethargic, soon after.
I chatted with two 21-year old stephenians, an economist and mother of three and her two school-going daughters.Their house was lovely, and apparently their building is inhabited by several 'political scientists'.
I was pleasantly surprised to find a very well-decorated Easter egg made of dark chocolate (with more choco goodies inside) in the neighbourhood patisserie (this is Noida!), which I gifted to my host, along with a bouquet that had all the colours of spring.
By the way, in Delhi having no car equals having no life. So, I am taking classes, and my instructor is this elderly gentlemen who painstakingly explains the logic behind every technique and movement. Reminds me of my dad's Physics classes in school, where he would make it all very interactive, much to the horror of many a slacker.
So, in 2008 I made several resolutions, two of them being get fit, learn how to drive (this one was also made in 2007). Well, in 2009 I am actually managing to work on them. Better late than never.
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