54 Days Later

On the 1st of August, I returned to Delhi…to the same chaos, the same streets and the same spot on my flyover (the only thing I looked forward to). A little had changed, or perhaps a lot-the dargah I love had been partially demolished, the relationship with the Father had become strained and the Mother looked like she had aged a couple of years. I on the other hand felt a mix of pride, shock and betrayal. Why, the latter you may ask? When I left a part of me thought I wouldn’t return! As soon as I reached Greater Noida, I was so overwhelmed I sobbed like a child.

Another year has gone by and this is the Anniversary Edition. I want to thank everyone who checks out the blog and by that I mean-the men I have dated, the ones who want to date me or the women who want to make sure I don’t go after their men. Kidding! But just incase, this is a notification- it requires a gigantic effort to seduce someone’s man/woman and I am too damn lazy to do it.  Enough of my sarcasm, on a serious note, this year’s edition will be about surprise, surprise, my days on the road.