I love it.
We are enjoying these slow, cozy rainy days with morning walks through the warm wet showers and endless afternoon playdates in the toddler-tornado, toy-strewn living rooms with friends. The air is cleaner and cooler than it has been in months.
It feels so good to be back here. 3 weeks back in Delhi and already America feels like a distant memory while the sites and sounds of this city pulse with a rhythm of comforting familiarity.
We are nearly one year in, nearly one year left here in Delhi and I’m reveling in the quiet settled-in pleasures of planning for the holidays, reorganizing closets and watching Will finally offer smiles and breezy “hi’s” to the guards and workmen who have been patiently waving and smiling to him for the past year.
We haven’t been doing much exploring since we’ve been back. The rain is the perfect backdrop instead for turning inward a bit, settling down and feeling homey. I leave simmering pots of orange peel, clove and nutmeg on the stove all day. I’ve been making stew, for Pete’s sake.
Soon, the sun will come out and I’ll finally wake up and remember that monsoon does not equal autumn and that it’s August, not October. It’s still 98 degrees outside and not quite time to pull out the winter shawls and sweaters just yet.
Oh, and we’re bidding right now. So there’s that.
Last weekend I made a list of all the things I’d like to do in Delhi before we pack out next summer. On the list was a rava coconut dosa from a legendary Chennai breakfast place over in a friend’s neighborhood; so yesterday morning we ordered dosas up to her apartment and spooned sambar from giant plastic delivery tubs while we watched the kids and listened to the thunder rumble outside the windows. It was just about the most perfect rainy morning I could have ever asked for. You know you have a great friend when they tell you to take the lion’s share of a dosa as good as the one we had yesterday. You know its a good dosa when you don’t hesitate to accept the offer. Next time we’ll order two—and I might wait long enough before inhaling it to take a picture.
There’s a lot of things on my list but also, thankfully, a great many wonderful friends now to go out and do them with. One year nearly finished, one year to go.
I didn’t want to test the supposedly very good weather-proofing on my new camera today during the torrential downpour at the flower stand. I forgot that its nice to have a working phone as well….
Will going for his regular mid-rain ride.