Yesterday was another of those sit-outside-and-work days, so that's what I did! This is the canteen at Teen Murti, where I got a corner table all to myself. (I would have taken more pictures of the place but there were so many people with the same work-outside idea, that I couldn't).
Book sales make me happy. (The Landmark Sale is EPIC, by the way. At least it was last year in Chennai. This year is just meh. Still bought lots of stuff, make no mistake. But not as epic as last year.)
As I get older, I find myself more and more reluctant to stay over in someone's house. I have this need for privacy when I sleep, not necessarily because I need my own space or anything, but because I'm constantly paranoid about what I might do in my sleep. I am told I snore, and I know I make funny throaty noises. I also think I say stuff in my sleep, and this might be extremely embarrassing. More than anything though, I have a lot of scary dreams so I tend to wake up a lot during the night. Sometimes, I need to take a walk or listen to music before I can go back to sleep.
My favorite thing about sleepovers is waking up in someone else's house. There is a kind of intimacy that comes with sharing morning routines, reading the newspaper, making tea/coffee, generally staring at a toothbrush. Especially if it's someone I'm generally close to, I love the comfort of the waking up in their homes and making tea or toast for myself.
So that's my happy thing for Day 6.
I woke up late on a foggy Saturday morning, sat in someone else's living room, sang a lot and shared a newspaper.
May be this is why morning people like mornings. :)
Most people (who read this blog) know this about me (because I have made them carry moisturizers and body mists and shower gels and soaps and loofahs and foot scrubs and other bathing paraphernalia across continents). So when I got a whole set of Body Shop things as a New Year's Gift, I was absolutely delighted.
Used the first of those today. :)
Moringa is not the best smell ever (possibly on my list of least favorite), but that's what I smell of today.
In other news, I haven't been able to write. I don't know why. It has been months. (I also mean writing for my PhD). So I'm going to spend the next couple of weeks (hopefully this will be enough) reading as much as I can.
Delhi threw up a surprise sunny day yesterday, and like any good Delhi people, we spent it sitting on terraces and around monuments. (It's foggy again this morning, and lots of peacocks are strutting around my hostel, but my phone camera isn't good enough for any of them.)
Pongal Lunch at Andhra Bhavan, where the waiters lectured us about "Sona Masoori rice from Andhra brought in Lorry" and hit on everything that speaks Telugu (me).
Tea at Blue Door Cafe, on the terrace. There's also an art gallery with a sun roof on the floor below, but I forgot to take pictures.
Isa Khan's Tomb, post-restoration. So it might look like paint, but it's actually lime (processed in the same way they did in the 16th century - we are assured it will fade soon, but where's the charm if it doesn't), intricate Jaali work and salvaged tiles. Also, please notice the sun! (That's what made me happiest, obviously.)
So I love this 100 Happy Days thing, but I hate Facebook (and hashtags, need I remind anyone). So I'm doing this on my blog instead.
There's going to be pictures (obz) and cheating. But there's also going to be some genuine attempts at writing and being happy. So please look forward to regular pictures of "um there may not be anything else today so here's a picture of the peacocks and nilgai outside my hostel."
Day 1 is hot ginger tea in the winter and first book of the year! :)