It’s been about 10 months since I’ve moved back to Delhi. Even though I’ve technically lived here for less than 4 months; I’ve been literally falling sick ever since. So sick that I had to go back home to recuperate.
Winter months seem to be even more difficult thanks to the famous Delhi Pollution, making me feel like an old aunt with a new ailement popping up every few days!
Eventually after months of medication, a month in Goa doing yoga and changing my lifestyle drastically; I’m back now and am hoping to live up the Delhi life now. I thought of writing a light hearted post being new girl in Delhi.
- My earlier stint in Delhi in 2010 was disastrous! Feeling overwhelmingly underdressed most of the times. Thanks to atheleisure and sneakers being trendy I have managed to get away wearing sneakers with everything in the heel haven called Delhi. Or maybe I am secretly judged for being a west Delhi aunty who wears sneakers with salwars and goes for morning walk?
- Most people guess I am from Bombay (apparently the septum ring is dead giveaway) and assume am a hippie by the way I dress up and talk ( while I was always going for hipster …. umm well).
- “Let me take you for the best momo in the world” by various friends and most of them tasting a notch or two lower than the ones I ate randomly on my own.
- I am always cold, be it summer where everyone in Delhi blasts air conditioning or being outdoors in the farmhouses during the famous Delhi winters, while the rest of Delhites enjoy the amazing weather.
- That skinny girl, almost everyone in Delhi wants to feed, from random aunties, maids to parlour didi.
- Finding a 1bhk ( luxury for a single person in Bombay) in Delhi is laughable, most people I know in delhi live in kothis ( mansion) with bathtubs and farmhouses
- Delhi breakfast is not made for the weak stomach, move over pohas and idlies make way for greasy stuffed parathas with some more butter on top, spicy chole bhature, aloo -poori and kachori. Deep fry nahi kiya to kya kiya!
- Being an independent woman from Bombay, I am not used to being dropped back ( and if I am honest I don’t expect chivalry anymore), booking a cab to go back home alone is blasphemy in Delhi. You will be offered a ride back. Have to give it to the Delhi Boys going that extra mile always.
- They also believe in wooing you with dinners and flowers and picking you up. I don’t know how I feel about it, it surely is intriguing coming from Bombay where noone has time to woo you.
- And I might be burnt for this, but the dating culture in Delhi gets my vote over the hook up culture in Bombay.