April 27th, 2010
Anjulie, Abhimanyu and your blogger at large went to see an open air performance of “Hair” at the Garden of the Five Senses last night, and good fun it was, too.
Gita and Shoki Bhatia were there, as were Emma, Andrew and Rebecca Horne.
The show was fun, though the acting was a tad stilted and the sound system let the actors down badly in the second half of the show.
I had forgotten just how good the music is, and was dying to stand up and dance and show my age, but :
(a) we were [...]
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April 22nd, 2010
Just wilted my way back into an empty house, after a delicious lunch in Hauz Khas. Anjulie is out for the afternoon, and Hari & Himmat are somewhere between Dubai & Cape Town, so the house is unnaturally quiet. Even the cats were too sleepy to come and greet me – I just got the vaguest of glances in my direction, before they lapsed back asleep on the (relatively) cool marble floor.
So, no surprises, it’s another hot day, which began at dawn with a stifling grey, dusty sky and the palest of sunrises. Despite the heat and the [...]
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April 21st, 2010
I have spent today resolutely trying to ignore the all-too-obvious signs of departure in the house. Himmat and Hari are off to South Africa tonight – well, the early hours of tomorrow morning - and although Himmat will be back in 2-3 weeks, Hari goes onto sit his finals from Exeter, and to move out of his house, and settle into the next phase of his life. Scary stuff for a mother hen like me.
The other thing I have been trying (and failing) to ignore all day are the power-cuts. The hotter Delhi gets, the more power cuts [...]
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April 11th, 2010
What better way to start one’s Sunday morning than with tent-pegging ?
Today is the last day of the Delhi Horse Show and so while Anjulie rode at the club this morning, Yoda and I sat and watched the team tent pegging competition.
Fabulous stuff. 4 men galloping at full tilt, brandishing lances, spearing small targets. Brilliant stuff.
How quiet my morning walks will seem next week, without all the galloping and lances and drama. I sat with Karin for part of the time, and then stood in the middle of the polo field with Carine and watched [...]
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