I’ve been hesitating about posting everyday because I’ve had a bit of writers block. And what was blocking my mind was the flow of a thousand thoughts as I entered the week when I would be moving out of Delhi (for a while atleast).
Long story short, last year my husband got a great offer with a broadcasting company in Mumbai, took it up, then we got to know we’re having a baby, but I didn’t want to leave my job yet, so I stayed back here with my folks, had the baby, went to Mumbai during my leave, came back to rejoin, finally decided to leave and now heading back. Ok, well that wasn’t exactly short. But now you know exactly where I am.
Never thought I’d leave Delhi for another city. Don’t get me wrong, I’m born, bred and buttered in Delhi, but studied in Mumbai and lived in several places while working. But Delhi was and will always be home.
Dilli Haat, chaat, chhole bhature, lajpat nagar, upsc ke golgappe, Sarojini nagar export market, shahi paneer, dal makhni, Janpath, Dastkar, GK M block, Hauz Khas Village, Delhi metro and on and on…
It’s home. It’s the place I know best and love most. Also hate some bits of it, but that still doesn’t make it any less my favorite city.
In the battle between Mumbai vs. Delhi (and I’ve had plenty of those with friends from the city) , Delhi for me always wins. Hands down.
It’s prettier. Has more history. Better shopping. Definitely better eats (you have to agree that Aloo Tikki is wayyyyy better than paneer triple schezwan cheese Mysore masala dosa!!!). Has great roads. Has an awesome metro. Has superb monuments. Has green spaces (Umm.. Just for my mumbai friends to understand better .. I am referring to open uninhabited land where grass is made to grow because it’s good for the environment !)
And I’m going to miss it so much.
I’ll keep coming back for sure, but as of today I’m sad I have to leave and while I do love Mumbai (ignore above para) and am looking forward to moving there, I wanted to soak in as much delhi as I could.
So this weekend was a tasting menu of all my favorite things. Dastkar. Sarojini Nagar. Evergreen chhole and tandoori platter. Hauz Khas village. And catch up with old friends.
Also what I think I’ve forgotten to tell you is that I got a call from a known marketing website recently and they love what I’m doing (can you believe it?!!!!!) and want to feature my blog as a guest column! Its brilliant because I get to share my story with the world, and horrifying because of the exact same reason.
Oh my god. Jitters. Point of no return now. It’s make or break and I have no choice but to swim to the other side of the shore now. Throw me the life jacket when you see me sinking. Please.
351 days to go. We’ll see.